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First Line: I pant for the music which is divine
Last Line: Invites to love with her kiss divine --
Subject(s): Music & Musicians


I PANT for the music which is divine,
My heart in its thirst is a dying flower;
Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine,
Loosen the notes in a silver shower;
Like a herbless plain for the gentle rain,
I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.


Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound,
More, oh, more, -- I am thirsting yet;
It loosens the serpent which care has bound
Upon my heart to stifle it:
The dissolving strain through every vein
Passes into my heart and brain.


As the scent of a violet withered up,
Which grew by the brink of a silver lake,
When the hot noon has drained its dewy cup,
And mist there was none its thirst to slake --
And the violet lay dead while the odor flew
On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue --


As one who drinks from a charmed cup
Of foaming, and sparkling, and murmuring wine,
Whom, a mighty enchantress filling up,
Invites to love with her kiss divine --

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