PROGRESSION
The resonance of wind and wave
Is put to music by the tide;
So passion modulates to verse,
And moves in rhythm's quiet stride.
Is put to music by the tide;
So passion modulates to verse,
And moves in rhythm's quiet stride.
The bards in realms enchanted hold
Familiar converse, like the birds;
Repeat emotion, improvise,
Sustain the fundamental words,—
Familiar converse, like the birds;
Repeat emotion, improvise,
Sustain the fundamental words,—
Until, forsaking pastorals,
They must pursue Life's ampler prose,—
A continuity of song
The heart's experience only knows.
They must pursue Life's ampler prose,—
A continuity of song
The heart's experience only knows.
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