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And there flieth o'er moor and o'er hill, And there heaveth at intervals wide, The long sob of nature's great passion as loath to subside, Until quiet drop down on the tide, And mad Echo had moaned herself still." Lo! or ever I was 'ware, In the silence of the air, Through my heart's wide-open door, Music floated forth once more, Floated to the world's dark rim, And looked over with a hymn; Then came home with flutings fine, And discoursed in tones divine Of a certain grief of mine; And went downward and went in, Glimpses of my soul to win, And discovered such a deep That I could not choose but weep, For it lay, a land-locked sea, Fathomless and dim to me. O, the song! it came and went, Went and came. I have not learned Half the lore whereto it yearned, Half the magic that it meant. Water booming in a cave; Or the swell of some long wave, Setting in from unrevealed Countries; or a foreign tongue, Sweetly talked and deftly sung, While the meaning is half sealed; May be like it. You have heard Also;--can you find a word For the naming of such song? No; a name would do it wrong. You have heard it in the night, In the dropping rain's despite, In the midnight darkness deep, When the children were asleep, And the wife,--no, let that be; SHE asleep! She knows right well What the song to you and me, While we breathe, can never tell; She hath heard its faultless flow, Where the roots of music grow. While I listened, like young birds, Hints were fluttering; almost words,-- Leaned and leaned, and nearer came;-- Everything had changed its name. Sorrow was a ship, I found, Wrecked with them that in her are, On an island richer far Than the port where they were bound. Fear was but the awful boom Of the old great bell of doom, Tolling, far from earthly air, For all worlds to go to prayer. Pain, that to us mortal clings, But the pushing of our wings, That we have no use for yet, And the uprooting of our feet From the soil where they are set, And the land we reckon sweet. Love in growth, the grand deceit Whereby men the perfect greet; Love in wane, the blessing sent To be (howsoe'er it went) Never more with earth content. O, full sweet, and O, full high, Ran that music up the sky; But I cannot sing it you, More than I can make
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