Queen of every moving measure,
Sweetest source of purest pleasure,
Music; why thy powers employ
Only for the sons of joy?
Only for the smiling guests
At natal or at nuptial feasts?
Rather thy lenient numbers pour
On those whom secret griefs devour;
Bid be still the throbbing hearts
Of those, whom death, or absence parts,
And, with some softly whisper'd air,
Smooth the brow of dumb despair.
none it is, nothing it is but it’s a living being purest food of soul and six senses or heaven happy or sorrow every today for tomorrow it makes everything good in magical marrow -its music
'Queen of every moving measure, Sweetest source of purest pleasure' - The opening statement as announced in these opening two lines is an excellent definition of music: 'Rather thy lenient numbers pour On those whom secret griefs devour' - these two lines touched my heart.
Thy powers employ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wonderful music the close partner of poetry. The poem flows with power of music as it portrays the different ways music helps in all spheres of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poetry is so complicated, i find it hard to grasp the meaning for Im still new to poetry
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