Music At The Villa Marina

And yet I cry in anguish, as I hear

The long drawn pageant of your passage roll

Magnificently forth into the night.

To yon fair land ye come from, to yon sphere

Of strength and love where now ye shape your flight,

O even wings of music, bear my soul!

Ye have the power, if but ye had the will,

Strong-smitten steady chords in sequence grand,

To bear me forth into that tranquil land

Where good is no more ravelled up with ill;

Where she and I, remote upon some hill

Or by some quiet river's windless strand,

May live, and love, and wander hand in hand,

And follow nature simply, and be still.

From this grim world, where, sadly, prisoned, we

Sit bound with others' heart-strings as with chains,

And, if one moves, all suffer, - to that Goal,

If such a land, if such a sphere, there be,

Thither, from life and all life's joys and pains,

O even wings of music, bear my soul!