Poems and Essays By the late William Caldwell Roscoe. (Edited with a Prefatory Memoir, by his Brother-in-law, Richard Holt Hutton) |
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MUSIC.
When I am weary of the blows
Of Fate, and my dejected mind
Sees phantom forms of future woes
Still rising up behind,
Of Fate, and my dejected mind
Sees phantom forms of future woes
Still rising up behind,
Then a white hand like thine, my dear,
Flung o'er the enchanted keys,
Up and down, in joy or fear,
Is the only art to please.
Flung o'er the enchanted keys,
Up and down, in joy or fear,
Is the only art to please.
Then as I lie, the winged airs,
In ranged procession holy,
Shall mount of spirit and brain the stairs,
And cast out melancholy;
In ranged procession holy,
Shall mount of spirit and brain the stairs,
And cast out melancholy;
Disperse the cloudy fumes of care,
And shed, from swinging hands,
Calm, and the quiet hopefulness
Of the eternal lands.
And shed, from swinging hands,
Calm, and the quiet hopefulness
Of the eternal lands.
Bryn Rhedyn, September 1854.
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