MUTE MUSIC.
SING, hills, from your deepest foundations,
A song to the answering sea;
Pour sky, all your rarest libations
On shrines of humanity.
A song to the answering sea;
Pour sky, all your rarest libations
On shrines of humanity.
Sweet blood in the veins of the forest,
Wild throat of the sunset-plumed bird,
Flood out where the need is the sorest
The light of your unuttered word:
Wild throat of the sunset-plumed bird,
Flood out where the need is the sorest
The light of your unuttered word:
Grey rocks on the brow of the mountain,
Green germ on the face of the stream,
Hushed voice of the underground fountain,
Speak out and interpret your dream:
Green germ on the face of the stream,
Hushed voice of the underground fountain,
Speak out and interpret your dream:
Speak out all inaudible voices,
Withhold not the music that breaks
On shores where the silence rejoices
When Time its mute melody wakes.
Withhold not the music that breaks
On shores where the silence rejoices
When Time its mute melody wakes.
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