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The lion's cub | ||
MUSIC.
Never till now did I hearIn this close atmosphere
Of wind and whirling sand,
Or, hearing, understand,
The spells that in Music be;
Nor by what secret laws
The soul of man she draws,
As the orb of the Moon the Sea.
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Of the ladder of sound
I follow her, higher, higher;
Like an arrow of light
Shot over the Night
By the Morning's bow of fire,
I cleave my way
To the spring of Day;
Where the airs are drifted along,
Heavy with odors of song.
The lion's cub | ||