Terpsichore

From painting by L. F. Schützenberger

Hear Philomel within the moonlit grove, And tuneful shepherd piping to his love.

Zitella Cocke.

SCHUBERT'S (UNFINISHED)

SYMPHONY

The muffled sobbing of a storm-scourged sea;
The heartache of a lonely hemlock tree;
The anthems that the stars of morning sing;
A brook's thanksgiving when is born the
Spring;

The laughter of young birch leaves, drenched with dew;

The rapture creeping meadow grasses through;
The challenge of the pennons of the corn;
A thrush's welcome to the rosy morn;

The matin chime of bluebells softly rung;
The elm's Magnificat when June is young;
The salutation of wind-wakened grain;
The benediction of midsummer rain;

The drowsy plaint drifting through August

noons;

The call of nightingales to August moons;

The soft lament of withered walnut leaves; The memories of garnered barley sheaves;

The song the heart sings when its lord is

come;

The thoughts whose exaltation strikes lips dumb;

A soul's mute answer to a soul's mute call; The longings that are prayers-it voices all! Frances Bartlett.

CHOPIN

Calm is the close of the day,
All things are quiet and blest;
Low in the darkening west
The young moon sinks slowly away.

Without, in the twilight, I dream;

Within it is cheerful and bright With faces that bloom in the light, And the cold keys that silently gleam.

Then a magical touch draws near,
And a voice like a call of delight
Cleaves the calm of the beautiful night,
And I turn from my musing to hear.