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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
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A MEMORY OF RUBINSTEIN
He of the ocean is, its thunderous wavesEcho his music; while far down the shore
Mad laughter hurries—a white, blowing spume.
I hear again in memory that wild storm;
The winds of heaven go rushing round the world,
And broods above the rage one sphinx-like face.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |