Music
I pant for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine, Loosen...
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I pant for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine, Loosen the notes in a silver shower; Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, I gasp, I faint, till they wake again. Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound, More, oh more,--I am thirsting yet; It loosens the serpent which care has bound Upon my heart to stifle it; The dissolving strain, through every vein, Passes into my heart and brain.…
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