Dazzling rays, gold on a lake of blue, And I standing in gardens shimmering bright Remembered in my sorrow worlds of joy Among the silver koi and lotuses.
It was the brightness of your melodies That played amongst the children's laughter-song. I stayed enchanted long into the night And in my sleep heard again your strains
Composer with the magic wonder-touch, Musician voicing overtones of bliss Who hears eternal strophes the angels sing Transcribing in our hearts their mantric odes.
I walked again the meadows of my youth Mid fragrances once known, ethereal, Discovering again the redolence Of violets, anemone, and rue.
I watched the winged and coloured hymns of air Alight on perfumed branch and flowered stem To sing of their delight in new-born Spring, The rapture-call of earth now filled my soul.
And when the music ceased I heard it still, An anthem or apostrophe of love Weaving through the corridors of time, The paean of a higher world's content.
Pour on us your stanzas of delight O singer-poet share with us again Your choruses and symphonies of light, Uplift our hearts, attune these mortal strings
To harmonies celestial, divine, Enriching earth with music realign To beauty's path our consciousness; we bow To That of which your music is the sign.
Poems Undated (1727)
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