Of music’s spell that binds me, as in Panic
Dance to some grasp unthinkable, Titanic,
Unto the words fresh flowers that distil
Uttermost fragrance in the mind and will,
The unsuspected blossom!
Whatis the change—new birth of spring-time kisses
Alonein all these water-wildernesses ?
What change? what loveliness !
Comes this to all? I heard my sisters crying
No tale like this—O! were I only lying
Asleep amid the ferns, my soul would weep
Over and over in its endless sleep;
‘Yes, love!” and “yes!” and “yes!”
So by some spell divinely drawn
She came to me across the dawn,
With open arms to me; and sobbed
“Yes, love!” and “ Yes, love!” O how throbbed
The giant glory at my heart!
And I? I drew away, apart,
Lest by mere chance to me she came.
But curling as a wind-blown flame
She turned, she found me. As the dew
Melts in the lake’s dissolving blue
So to my arms she came. And now,
Now, now I hold her!
Broke the brow
Of all wide heaven in thunder! Hear
Tremendous vortices of fear
Swirl in the ether. What new terror
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