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ON HEARING SCHUMANN'S 'TRAUMEREIEN', by                    
First Line: No longer does my clay-form hold my soul
Last Line: Ah! Would it were not just a fancied dream.
Subject(s): Schumann, Robert Alexander (1810-1856)


No longer does my clay-form hold my soul.
On wings of music now my spirit-self,
A disembodied mystic, giant elf,
Has risen to a lonely cloudy mole
To play in brilliant skies a dreamer's role.
As idle as Augustans rich with pelf,
It lies outstretched upon the vapor shelf
And looks down at the earth -- at plain and knoll.
It views earth hued with hope, a pungent green;
A road of dusty gold winds up the hill,
As downward flows a shining silver stream.
Through every window smiling folks are seen,
But happiness now seems the world to fill --
Ah! would it were not just a fancied dream.





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