AT THE PIANO by ANONYMOUS

PLAY on! play on! As softly glides
The low refrain, I seem, I seem
To float, to float, on golden tides
By sunlit isles, where life and dream
Are one, are one; and hope and bliss
Move hand in hand, and, thrilling, kiss
'Neath bowery blooms
In twilight glooms,
And love is life and life is love.

Play on! play on! As higher rise
The lifted strains, I seem, I seem
To mount, to mount, through roseate skies,
Through drifted clouds and golden gleam,
To realms, to realms of thought and fire,
Where angels walk and souls aspire,
And sorrows come but as the night
That brings a star for our delight.

Play on! play on! The spirit fails,
The star grows dim, the glory pales,
The depths are roused -- the depths, and oh!
The heart that wakes, the hopes that glow!
The depths are roused, their billows call
The soul from heights to slip and fall;
To slip and fall and faint, and be
Made part of their immensity;
To slip from heaven; to fall and find
In love the only perfect mind.
To slip and fall and faint, and be
Lost, drowned within this melody,
As life is lost, and thought, in thee.

Ah, sweet, art thou the star, -- the star
That draws my soul afar, afar?
The voice the silvery tide on which
I float to island rare and rich?
Thy love the ocean, deep and strong,
In which my hopes and being long
To sink and faint and fall away?
I cannot know; I cannot say.
Play on! play on!

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