7. Music -
And when I heard that voice
Which seemed like the ghost of a wisp of bemooned vapour,
Like the echo of the starlight,
Like twined laughter and yearning descending through a phantom of sorrow,
And which was love in pain before a god and a child in the beloved's soul,
Then there was no other music for me, no, none other,
And my soul, shut from her soul, forever, forever,
Must hunt forever the mystery where that music hides ...
And when that song, like the drip of honey in a dream,
Is mine in a quick moment of shaken chance,
And I take the pang of it, and die toward her spirit, beating on the gates that are locked and sealed,
Then it ceases from the air, leaving the ache of silence,
And eternal desire ...
Which seemed like the ghost of a wisp of bemooned vapour,
Like the echo of the starlight,
Like twined laughter and yearning descending through a phantom of sorrow,
And which was love in pain before a god and a child in the beloved's soul,
Then there was no other music for me, no, none other,
And my soul, shut from her soul, forever, forever,
Must hunt forever the mystery where that music hides ...
And when that song, like the drip of honey in a dream,
Is mine in a quick moment of shaken chance,
And I take the pang of it, and die toward her spirit, beating on the gates that are locked and sealed,
Then it ceases from the air, leaving the ache of silence,
And eternal desire ...
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