Bird-Notes by Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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V. Sphere-Music.
Musical ecstasies
Star-born of glittering skies!
Spiritual symphonies,
Immortal melodies,
Mystical rhapsodies
Of souls in Paradise!
Star-born of glittering skies!
Spiritual symphonies,
Immortal melodies,
Mystical rhapsodies
Of souls in Paradise!
Star-galaxies that shine
About the lucid pole,
Your spirits speak with mine,
Your myriad minstrels twine
A harmony divine
About my listening soul.
About the lucid pole,
Your spirits speak with mine,
Your myriad minstrels twine
A harmony divine
About my listening soul.
Is it your song that steals
Along the enchanted air?
Is it your soul unseals
The silence, and reveals
A speech that calms and heals
The tuneless hosts of care?
Along the enchanted air?
Is it your soul unseals
The silence, and reveals
A speech that calms and heals
The tuneless hosts of care?
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My dazzled eyes are dim
With gazing on the sky.
By the horizon's rim,
At the sea's shining brim,
The planets reel and swim
Frenzied with melody.
With gazing on the sky.
By the horizon's rim,
At the sea's shining brim,
The planets reel and swim
Frenzied with melody.
Heaven's beating heart will break,
It teems with magic songs;
The waves tremble and quake
And pulse with wild heart-ache;
The love-tunes, as they wake,
Burst forth in wingéd throngs.
It teems with magic songs;
The waves tremble and quake
And pulse with wild heart-ache;
The love-tunes, as they wake,
Burst forth in wingéd throngs.
Seraphs, come down to me
Out of the silver rack
From the moon's pearl-gate, ye
Who cleave the clouds, oh flee
Far, far o'er the dim sea
Along the moonbeam track.
Out of the silver rack
From the moon's pearl-gate, ye
Who cleave the clouds, oh flee
Far, far o'er the dim sea
Along the moonbeam track.
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Oh come, quicken my tongue,
I too, I too would sing,
As ye but now have sung,
Of love that is ever young,
Of the Heaven high o'er us hung
And the soul's angel-wing.
I too, I too would sing,
As ye but now have sung,
Of love that is ever young,
Of the Heaven high o'er us hung
And the soul's angel-wing.
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