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ON MUSIC by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE

First Line: I CANNOT TELL HOW HIGH MY SOUL TAKES WING
Last Line: UNTO THE ZEPHYR'S PIPING, IN DIZZY, DIZZY RING!
Subject(s): MUSIC & MUSICIANS;
I CANNOT tell how high my soul takes wing,
Nor to what depths in liquid sweets it sinks --
Yet well I know it suffers from thy sting,
As one who of Cyceon mixture drinks.
And I can feel a rose-stream thro' me creep,
Curving about my senses, as they leap,
And swell and rise and fall,
As blossoms ambrosial
Shook from some full blown orange-tree in spring,
Sink wav'ring to the ground
And bound
Unto the zephyr's piping, in dizzy, dizzy ring!



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