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On Viol and Flute

By Edmund W. Gosse
  
  
  

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VII. THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES.

The golden spheres are God's sublime citole,
Whereon His spirit like a plectrum flies,
But those seraphic organ-harmonies
Are silent to the hearing of man's soul;
Their deep symphonic rapture cannot roll
Across the ear of cold mortalities;
But Love attracts the languid heart to rise
Out of itself, and win the heavenly goal;
Nor tempts in vain, but frees and wakes, and kindles
A sweet desire to reach that song's abode,
Clearly to hear what sounds uncertain still,
Nor does Love cease to woo the heart, until
The clamour of the riotous senses dwindles
And all the soul yearns upward unto God!