Music
And now the music storms with stern persistence
The prison where my secret thoughts are shut apart,
The marching melody beats down my tired resistance
And enters through the broken doors the citadel of my heart.
The prison where my secret thoughts are shut apart,
The marching melody beats down my tired resistance
And enters through the broken doors the citadel of my heart.
So my fair friend, unconscious of the magic
Persuasion of her music, wakes a memory,
Vivid and bitter, of a dead dream sweet and tragic
That once, one blue and silver springtide, seemed possible to me.
Persuasion of her music, wakes a memory,
Vivid and bitter, of a dead dream sweet and tragic
That once, one blue and silver springtide, seemed possible to me.
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