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LXXXIV. THE MARRIAGE IN MUSIC
O Beatrice, my lady,—yea, my queen,—
When I hear music I am one with thee,
And one with some high heavenly life serene.
The marvellous piercing sound transfigures me;
All sorrows vanish,—all the woes between;
Thy whiteness leads me like a white fair star
Rising with solemn purport from afar,
Silver above broad endless billows green.
When I hear music I am one with thee,
And one with some high heavenly life serene.
The marvellous piercing sound transfigures me;
All sorrows vanish,—all the woes between;
Thy whiteness leads me like a white fair star
Rising with solemn purport from afar,
Silver above broad endless billows green.
The star of thy pure whiteness glittereth so,
Lighting life's tideway with sweet silver glow
Till all the trembling waves are mute and bright:
Thy glory around me gleameth:—as of old
Life's waters all were tinged with magic gold
When first the sun of first love rose in might.
Lighting life's tideway with sweet silver glow
Till all the trembling waves are mute and bright:
Thy glory around me gleameth:—as of old
Life's waters all were tinged with magic gold
When first the sun of first love rose in might.
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