WAS ever music lovelier than to-night! 'T was Schumann's Song of Moonlight; o'er the vale The new moon lingered near the western hills; The hearth-fire glimmered low; but melting tones Blotted all else from memory and thought, And all the world was music. Wondrous hour! Then sank anew into our trancÈd hearts One secret and deep lesson of sweet sound -- The loveliness that from unloveliness Out-springs, flooding the soul with poignant joy, As the harmonious chords to harsh succeed, And the rapt spirit climbs through pain to bliss: Eternal question, answer infinite; As day to night replies; as light to shade; As summer to rough winter; death to life, -- Death not a closing, but an opening door; A deepened life, a prophecy fulfilled. Not in the very present comes reply But in the flow of time. Should the song cease Too soon; ere yet the rooted answer blooms, Lo, what a pang of loss and dissonance! But time, with the resolving and intended tone Heals all, and makes all beautiful and right. Even so our mortal music-makers frame Their messages melodious to men; Even so the Eterne his mighty harmonies Fashions, supreme, of life, and fate, and time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SONG FIRST BY A SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BLAKE TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MOTHER HEART by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER HYMN TO FIRE by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT |