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IMMORTAL BELOVED.
THE MUSICIAN'S DEATH.
The ocean seemed calling, the white billows falling,
The thunder-cloud gleaming, the albatross screaming;
A tumult of dreaming was poured in his ears,
And ever the sounds became faster and faster,
And swelled the blue veins in the hands of the master,
And wet were the keys with his tears.
The thunder-cloud gleaming, the albatross screaming;
A tumult of dreaming was poured in his ears,
And ever the sounds became faster and faster,
And swelled the blue veins in the hands of the master,
And wet were the keys with his tears.
And the sounds seemed to tingle, and gather, and mingle,
In a halo of tender inscrutable splendour,
Like the pale clouds that wander by night o'er the moon,
While he heard his own heart through the melody throbbing,
And the breath from his bosom came broken and sobbing,
Like the cry of a virgin aswoon.
In a halo of tender inscrutable splendour,
Like the pale clouds that wander by night o'er the moon,
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And the breath from his bosom came broken and sobbing,
Like the cry of a virgin aswoon.
And the glory came nearer, and softer, and clearer,
A spirit of Eden, in form like a maiden,
And o'er the world-laden stood peaceful and dumb,
And he raised his eyes, bright with the wild light of fever,
And shrieked, “I have found her for once and forever!
Immortal Belovèd, I come.”
A spirit of Eden, in form like a maiden,
And o'er the world-laden stood peaceful and dumb,
And he raised his eyes, bright with the wild light of fever,
And shrieked, “I have found her for once and forever!
Immortal Belovèd, I come.”
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