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My lost Music sprang from the Heart of everything. |
I heard the sweet, enchanted music of my life faintly in the dim
bower of my dreams. Atiptoe, I listened, and the music faded ever
more and more and became softer and sweeter still, until I could
hear it no longer with my earthly ears.
Patiently I waited, striving to think of any music similar to the
divine melody of this new music. But no, in my rich storehouse of
memory I could find no likeness of the music that had come and gone
like the dim ghost of a dream.
Had I really heard that music, or had I only dreamt its harmony?
Was it the exquisite, real music of all my dreams, of all my
aspirations—or was it but the harmonious whisper of a passing
dream?
I waited. Deeply I went within. Behind the portals of all senses
I fled wildly, madly, to listen once more to the lost music of my
dreams.
At last, I saw shining waves of my dreams and all the dear wavelets
of my cravings of earthly incarnations dancing therein. I heard
many strains of heavenly melodies, but they were not like those
I had once heard and lost.
Of a sudden, methought I dreamt and heard again the lost music of
my soul.
I beheld every dream at once—and craved for no one music of
one dream. 'Twas then that my lost music sprang from the heart of
everything—from the living heart of all my dreams.
No ear hath heard,
No thought hath held,
No love hath felt,
No dream hath dreamt,
No tongue hath told,
Can ever tell,
Of that—my beloved music.
But behind the curtains of everything—
I felt the lost-and-found
Beloved music of my soul!
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