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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - During Music
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O COOL unto the sense of pain 
            That last night`s sleep could not destroy; 
            O warm unto the sense of joy, 
       That dreams its life within the brain. 
       What though I lean o`er thee to scan 
            The written music cramped and stiff;— 
            `Tis dark to me, as hieroglyph 
       On those weird bulks Egyptian. 
       But as from those, dumb now and strange, 
        A glory wanders on the earth, 
            Even so thy tones can call a birth 
       From these, to shake my soul with change. 
       O swift, as in melodious haste 
            Float o`er the keys thy fingers small; 
            O soft, as is the rise and fall 
       Which stirs that shade within thy breast.
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