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MUSIC.
Through earlier days, when like a fruit in reach,
Hope lingered bloomy and sweet before my sight,
Dear was each mood that Music may invite,
The allegro and the penseroso, each!
But now, when sorrowing passion finds no speech,
All drearier cadence borrows in its flight
The voice of my own agony, and can smite
My spirit as plaintive waves a lonely beach!
Hope lingered bloomy and sweet before my sight,
Dear was each mood that Music may invite,
The allegro and the penseroso, each!
But now, when sorrowing passion finds no speech,
All drearier cadence borrows in its flight
The voice of my own agony, and can smite
My spirit as plaintive waves a lonely beach!
Or like pale mourners carrying sprays of rue,
With tremulous bosoms and low eyes that grieve,
With dark voluminous robes and loosened hair,
These pensive melodies go wandering through
The unbroken twilight of my heart, to leave
A kiss on the icy brow of its despair!
With tremulous bosoms and low eyes that grieve,
With dark voluminous robes and loosened hair,
These pensive melodies go wandering through
The unbroken twilight of my heart, to leave
A kiss on the icy brow of its despair!
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