Poems (Thaxter)/Schubert
SCHUBERT.
At the open window I lean, Flowers in the garden without Faint in the heat and the drought;What does the music mean?
For here, from the cold keys within, Is a tempest of melody drawn; Doubts, passionate questions, the dawnOf high hope, and a triumph to win;
While out in the garden, blood-red The poppy droops, faint in the heat Of the noon, and the sea-wind so sweetCaresses its delicate head.
And still the strong music goes on With its storming of beautiful heights, With its sorrow that heaven requites,And the victory fought for is won!
High with thy gift didst thou reach, Schubert, whose genius superb Nothing could check or could curb:Thou liftest the heart with thy speech!
