 | The heavenly guest with other unpublished writings |  |
WILLIAM MASON
As some benign magician doth he sitBefore the ivory keys, and at his will
Rise heavenly dreams and fancies sweet that flit
Like spirits of delight the soul to thrill.
At his delicious touch the music flows,
A golden tide of melody divine,
Till the heart kindles at the sound, and glows,
Draining deep draughts of an immortal wine.
All moods,—and rest, refreshment, joy, warmth, light,
Youth and its roses call him from the keys
That lie before him mute and cold and white;
The Master he, his willing vassals these.
And would you kindness know that has no end?
Know him! And I am proud to call him friend.
| The heavenly guest with other unpublished writings | |