WIND TURNS THE LEAVES
When some great music holds Sway over limbs and brains, It seeps into the folds And crannies of the mind, Inverts her hidden planes 'And shapes her world anew; As leaves, stirred by the wind, Thrust up their underside Of grey and pallid hue, And when the gust has died Hang still reversed and dumb. Thus, when the music dies In solemn ecstasies, Dies and softly flows To its appointed close, The soul, oppressed and numb, Sunk in a deep abyss After excess of bliss, Waits for her world to move Back to its ancient groove. r-A.W.
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Press, Volume LXX, Issue 21288, 6 October 1934, Page 15
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