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REALITY
Of Love the minstrel sang, and drew
An easy finger o'er the strings,
Then laughed and sang of other things,—
Of grass and flowers and azure blue.
An easy finger o'er the strings,
Then laughed and sang of other things,—
Of grass and flowers and azure blue.
Of Love the poet wrote, and soft
And sweet the liquid measures flowed,
Then gave his moments to an ode,
And crooks and shepherds mentioned oft.
And sweet the liquid measures flowed,
Then gave his moments to an ode,
And crooks and shepherds mentioned oft.
One day the singer met with Love,
And mighty music shook his strings,
While dreams and light imaginings
His new-roused spirit soared above.
And mighty music shook his strings,
While dreams and light imaginings
His new-roused spirit soared above.
Love met the poet on his way,
And kindled all his soul to fire,
Filled all his measures with desire,
And left no room for fancies gay.
And kindled all his soul to fire,
Filled all his measures with desire,
And left no room for fancies gay.
The minstrel sang to Love one song,
And died for joy, yet lives in this.
The poet, touched by Love's warm kiss,
With echoes fills the ages long.
And died for joy, yet lives in this.
The poet, touched by Love's warm kiss,
With echoes fills the ages long.
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