O MUSIC, power divine, thy melodies
Breathe through my heart this glorious afternoon,
Until my limbs are held in wakeful swoon
And fancy bears my being to the skies!
Thy perfect strain is like the silver moon,
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That o'er the encircling heaven serenely floats,
The stars about her are thy lesser notes,
But all thy visions fade, alas, too soon.
And thou, my own love, Poesy, what of thee?
Look through my soul with thine inspiring eyes,
So for all else my fleeting passion dies,
So will my life be full of ecstasy.
A golden sun, illumining life's day,
Thou warm'st the heart till life has passed away.
L. L. E.
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