THE MUSIC LOVERS' TREASURY SYMPHONY Not to the realm of breathed sounds alone No less than Music's self hath Poesy And silver flutes for love's sweet ministry In many a tender lyric softly blown. List, how in, clearest harmony they sound,Cymbals and drums beating in battle-song, Harp-strains of holy psalmody, up-stealing; And, heard through all, with mighty voice profound Outpoured, a wave of sound sustained and strong, The solemn epic's thunderous organ-peal ing! Robertson Trowbridge. MUSIC AND POETRY I Sing, poets, as ye list, of fields, of flowers, Where soul through sense transmutes this world of ours. There is a life intense beyond your powers But vain the task. Within his hallowed shrine In human speech such mysteries divine. II Yet words though weak are all that poets own Wherewith their muse translates that kindred muse Of Harmony, whose subtle forms and hues. use A magic wand the others must refuse, And painters need no sculptor's Parian stone. Through every member one biood-current runs: One aim, one work, one destiny they share. Christopher P. Cranch. FROM "THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM " If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. One god is god of both, as poets feign; And run on the same feet, ever. Peace! Thou want'st. One heavenly sense, and speaks in igno rance. Seest thou no differing shadows which divide The rose and poppy? 'Tis the same with sounds. There's not a minute in the round of time But's hinged with different music. In that small space Between the thought and its swift utterance Ere silence buds to sound the angels, listening, Hear infinite varieties of song! And they who turn the lightning-rapid spheres Have flown an evening's journey. Bryan W. Procter (" Barry Cornwall"). SEA AND SHORE1 Music, I yield to thee; As swimmer to the sea I give my spirit to the flood of song: Bear me upon thy breast In rapture and at rest, Bathe me in pure delight and make me strong; From strife and struggle bring release, And draw the waves of passion into tides of peace. Remember'd songs, most dear, In living songs I hear, 'From "Music and Other Poems," copyright, 1904, by Charles Scribner's Sons. |