Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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THE MUSIC FROM WITHIN. |
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THE MUSIC FROM WITHIN.
I know not how, 'tis merest foolishness(But highest things now foolishness are thought,
What can't be touched and handled, sold and bought),
An angel seems to whisper; and with stress
Divine, and emphasis of gentleness
Un-nay-able, things with strange meaning fraught,
Though little thereof to my ear is brought,
Which I must utter, be it more or less.
I am but as the mouthpiece of a flute,
On which inspirèd breath would realise
A melody too subtle, absolute;
Which not within such narrow compass lies.
With larger hearing, ye who listen to it,
Eke out its vague Æolian sounds and sighs!
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