CHOPIN'S TWELFTH NOCTURNE.
Beyond the realm of being and of pain, 1 pward and onward Hits my charmed soul, Captive to the ineffable control Of music’s wonder-worker. Every strain Of this heaven-nurtured harmony is rain To the parched glbee of memory : a rcroll Whereon are graven cabalas that roll Floods of bewildering transport on the brain. In joy’s whirlpool I revel as I soar, And from the ether heights whereto I climb, List the sound waves sweep back from Lethe’s shore In lessening cadence toward the strand of Time. Deeply in the Circean founts I dip. And with the wild winds mix in fellowship.
A season, and throughout my spirit runs A pang of awesome desolateness, lent The sombreness of some dead firmament Of cinerated worlds and buried suns. And then the presence of long-vanished ones— Soul-fellows ere youth’s heritage was spent—(Hides palpably anear. lam content: My grasp Infinitude no longer shuns ! A moment, and a mighty sorrow, born Of exaltation’s excess, casts a pal); Tears start, as drops of Nature’s grief at morn Adown chameleon shafts of sunlight fall ; My being quivers ’neath the sweet duress Of pain more joyous than earth’s joyousness !
John Taylor.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIII, Issue VI, 11 August 1894, Page 140
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196CHOPIN'S TWELFTH NOCTURNE. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIII, Issue VI, 11 August 1894, Page 140
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