How fleet is a glance of the mind Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light.
How fleet is a glance of the mind Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light.
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovelier things even lovelier grow Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies. When music sounds, out of the water rise Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes, Rapt in strange dream burns each enchanted face, With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place. When music sounds, all that I was I am Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came And from Time's woods break into distant song The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
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