Myth and Romance - Being a Book of Verses by Madison Julius Cawein
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page 25 of 119 (21%)
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Is it the melody mute of burgeoning leaf and of bloom?
The music of Nature, that silently shapes in the gloom Immaterial hosts Of spirits that have the flowers and leaves in their keep, That I hear, that I hear? Invisible ghosts,-- Who whisper in leaves and glimmer in blossoms and hover In color and fragrance and loveliness, breathed from the deep World-soul of the mother, Nature;--who, over and over, Both sweetheart and lover, Goes singing her songs from one sweet month to the other,-- That appear, that appear? In forest and field, on hill-land and lea, As crystallized harmony, Materialized melody, An uttered essence peopling far and near The hyaline atmosphere?... Behold how it sprouts from the grass and blooms from flower and tree! In waves of diaphanous moonlight and mist, In fugue upon fugue of gold and of amethyst, Around me, above me it spirals; now slower, now faster, Like symphonies born of the thought of a musical master.-- --O music of Earth! O God who the music inspired! Let me breathe of the life of thy breath! And so be fulfilled and attired In resurrection, triumphant o'er time and o'er death! |
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