Wide plains, and rivers flowing among flowers, That bathe the castle basement as they pass. In antique weed, with dark eyes and gold hair, MUSIC OF HUNGARY 1 (A Anton Dvorák) My body answers you, my blood Not mine by birth. Yet have I not At sight of swarthy Tzigane face, From "Songs About Life, Love, and Death," copyright, 1892, by Charles Scribner's Sons. That warns me: "Lo, thy kinsmen nigh." All's dear that tastes of Hungary. Once more, O let me hear once more In this mild land, in this mild age; They listen with approving smile, Anne Reeve Aldrich. THE LOVER OF MUSIC TO HIS PIANOFORTE O friend, whom glad or grave we seek, Heav'n-holding shrine! I ope thee, touch thee, hear thee speak, And peace is mine. No fairy casket full of bliss, Out-values thee: Love only, waken'd with a kiss, To thee, when our full hearts o'erflow A fitting voice: Mirth flies to thee, and Love's unrest, And Sorrow, with his tighten'd breast, Oh since few joys of human mould Thrice bless'd be thine, thou gentle fold No change, no sullenness, no cheat, In thee we find; Thy saddest voice is ever sweet, Thine answer, kind. Leigh Hunt. WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT MUSIC? Where did you learn that music? For it drew My dreaming back down autumn paths of years, Touched chords long silent and forgotten tears, Recalled dim valleys where dead violets grew, Sir Rennell Rodd. TO A PIANISTE I saw thee once, I see thee now; I heard thee when the instrument, I saw and heard with such delight Blind Handel would not miss his sight, Thy beauty voiced thus in his ear; Beethoven in that face would see His glorious unheard harmony. James Thomson. TRUMPETS IN LOHENGRIN Hark! 'Tis the golden trumpets of the dawn Sounding the day! Music, O Music fain! From rosy reaches drawn, And fall of silver rain, Along the call how swift the sunrise streams! Sound, sound again, O magical refrain! Peal on peal winding through the dewy air, Peal on peal answering far off and fair, Peal on peal bursting in victorious blare! Sound, sound again, With your delicious pain, O wild sweet haunting strain, Till the sky swell with hint of heavenly gleams And the heart break with gladness loosed from dreams! |