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TO R. D. AND HIS RECORDER
Rare Mystic Union of Melodious Wood
With Lips whose caressing woos it into Life!
Whence borne's such mellow sound on raptured ear,
That straightway dissolves all thought of hideous strife,
Annoyance, pain, yea every hurtful mood,
Now nought remaining but pure peace and sheer
With Lips whose caressing woos it into Life!
Whence borne's such mellow sound on raptured ear,
That straightway dissolves all thought of hideous strife,
Annoyance, pain, yea every hurtful mood,
Now nought remaining but pure peace and sheer
Ecstasy of sense. Even so, I ween,
Fell in the golden prime those notes he filled
The expectant woodland with, the Great God Pan;
When all the submissive beasts were wholly stilled
In an amazed enchantment—yea, the green
Streams from their rippling stayed—such a throb there ran
Fell in the golden prime those notes he filled
The expectant woodland with, the Great God Pan;
When all the submissive beasts were wholly stilled
In an amazed enchantment—yea, the green
Streams from their rippling stayed—such a throb there ran
Through Nature's being. O Sweet Wood, Dear Boy,
What answering tribute, now your music ceases
Yet still a-dreaming round we clustering stand,
Say shall we proffer thee? May all increases
Be yours of man's plaudits, and that rarer joy
Art doth alone vouchsafe her chosen band!
What answering tribute, now your music ceases
Yet still a-dreaming round we clustering stand,
Say shall we proffer thee? May all increases
Be yours of man's plaudits, and that rarer joy
Art doth alone vouchsafe her chosen band!
May 7th, 1920.
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