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LXXI. THE DEATH OF SONG
With his soul lost within the rose's scent,
How can the poet or lover sing the rose,
Or discompose
Even for song's sake his passionate content?
How can the poet or lover sing the rose,
Or discompose
Even for song's sake his passionate content?
When thou art near me, and thine eyes I see,
The very spirit of singing fades away,—
For thou to-day
Art song, and wilt be song eternally.
The very spirit of singing fades away,—
For thou to-day
Art song, and wilt be song eternally.
What are our songs and verses of the deep
When close beside its awful strength we stand
And watch the land
Against whose breast the sweet warm billows leap?
When close beside its awful strength we stand
And watch the land
Against whose breast the sweet warm billows leap?
What are all songs and loving words to-day
Save only mere wild mockeries of thee,—
Whom when I see
Song into silent wonder dies away.
Save only mere wild mockeries of thee,—
Whom when I see
Song into silent wonder dies away.
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