TEARS IN MUSIC. ON THE SLOW MOVEMENT OF MOZART'S SYMPHONY IN E FLAT. I. Он, hush! my soul, be silent, For the chords sweep on again; Though it take thy heart from out thee, Still listen to the strain. II. It flows along, like waters, To a tuneful "dying fall," And tells of griefs, and tears, and love That smiles amid them all. III. In deep waves of affection Flows on the mournful river, Persuasively, persuasively, For ever and for ever. IV Methinks a sad beloved one Is by her lover kneeling, And blent with their own echoes still The secret of his woe, For a burning grief hath seal'd his heart And his tears will not flow. VI. She asketh with the music That tells of things that were; She asks to grieve, for grief with him Were a solace unto her. VII. Like clouds a bright star circling, Like soft winds round a rose, Like waters round a lily's brim, That wondrous music flows. VIII. Ah, woe for that sweet singer! Her pulse beats quick, her words fall fast; IX. One lingering note recalls him; Thus, thus, he cannot sever: And on and on persuasively The music flows for ever. X. Persuasively, persuasively, She ever seems to plead, That he would pour his grief to her The saddest, grief could need. XI. Her soft blue eye is filling With tears for his and him, And her low sad strain swept on again, Until his own were dim. XII. Enough, enough—he weepeth, His heart no more is cold, And tears can tell a passionate world That in language is untold. XIII. Refreshingly as breezes Blow o'er the sultry sands, Refreshingly as gushing showers Rain life on thirsty lands; XIV. Delicious as when sunshine Streams o'er a wintry sky, Delicious as the soft air's breath When the thunder hath pass'd by; |