To-Night The Music Doth A Burden Bear Poem by Richard Watson Gilder
To-Night The Music Doth A Burden Bear
TO-NIGHT the music doth a burden bear—
One word that moans and murmurs: doth exhale
Tremulously as perfume on the air
From out a rose blood-red, or lily pale.
The burden is thy name, dear soul of me,
Which the rapt melodist unknowing all
Still doth repeat through fugue and reverie;
Thy name, to him unknown, to me doth call,
And weeps my heart at every music-fall.
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