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7
ENCHANTMENT
When
Music, like a wizard's ring,
Shuts for a while the world away,
The soul unfolds a dainty wing,
Forsakes her prison-house of clay,
Shuts for a while the world away,
The soul unfolds a dainty wing,
Forsakes her prison-house of clay,
And poised above the fields of strife,
With wing-beats soft as poet's rhyme,
Watches the yeasty frets of life,
And wild disordered waves of Time.
With wing-beats soft as poet's rhyme,
Watches the yeasty frets of life,
And wild disordered waves of Time.
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