O passionate music beating the troubled beat I have heard in my heart, in the wind, in the passing of feet, In the passing of dreams, when on heart-throbbing wings they move; O passionate music pallid with ghostly fears, Chill with the coming of rain, the beginning of tears, I come to you, fleeing you, finding you, fever of love! When I am sleepless at night and I play through the night, Lest I hear a voice, lest I see, appealing and white, The face that never, in dreams or at dawn, departs, Then it is, shuddering music my hands have played, I find you, fleeing you, finding you, music, made Of all passionate, wounded, capricious, consuming hearts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT DARBY AND JOAN by FREDERIC EDWARD WEATHERLY THE LAY OF THE LEVITE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SARAH THREENEEDLES (BOSTON, 1698) by KATHARINE LEE BATES A WALK AT SUNSET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE SPECTRE BOAT by THOMAS CAMPBELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. BELIEVE YOURSELF A WHOLE by EDWARD CARPENTER |