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A SUMMER MELODY.
Amid the keys of the organ,
Lies hidden a tender tune,
Whose tremulous chords interpret
The soul of a night in June,
Ere Jupiter's steady splendor
Is dimmed by the late full moon.
Lies hidden a tender tune,
Whose tremulous chords interpret
The soul of a night in June,
Ere Jupiter's steady splendor
Is dimmed by the late full moon.
It seems like an eve in summer,
When the stars are near and bright;
It keeps the breath of the jasmine
That sweetens the moist, still night,
But loses its mystical fragrance
In the chill of morning light.
When the stars are near and bright;
It keeps the breath of the jasmine
That sweetens the moist, still night,
But loses its mystical fragrance
In the chill of morning light.
It haunts me, awake and dreaming,
That soft, mysterious air;
It will not come at my bidding,
Yet follows me everywhere,
Tender with passionate longing,
And wild with a vague despair.
That soft, mysterious air;
It will not come at my bidding,
Yet follows me everywhere,
Tender with passionate longing,
And wild with a vague despair.
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Like a possible joy ungathered
In the blinded days of old;
Like a hope that, long unblossomed,
Might yet to the light unfold,
If fortune were not so cruel,
If the world were not so cold.
In the blinded days of old;
Like a hope that, long unblossomed,
Might yet to the light unfold,
If fortune were not so cruel,
If the world were not so cold.
How softly they gather about me,
The shadows and scents of June,
The steady light of a planet,
The dawn of the rising moon,
Born of remembered music,—
That tender and wistful tune!
The shadows and scents of June,
The steady light of a planet,
The dawn of the rising moon,
Born of remembered music,—
That tender and wistful tune!
Eluding my voice and fingers,
It rings in my dreaming brain,
Now jubilant as in triumph,
Now wailing in wordless pain.
Alas, for a hand to waken
Its magical notes again!
It rings in my dreaming brain,
Now jubilant as in triumph,
Now wailing in wordless pain.
Alas, for a hand to waken
Its magical notes again!
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