Music.
Move on, light hands, so strongly tenderly, Now with dropped calm and yearning undersong, Now swift and loud, tumultuously strong, And I in darkness, sitting near to thee, Shall only hear, and feel, but shall not see, One hour made passionately bright with dreams, Keen glimpses of life's splendour, dashing gleams Of what we would, and what we cannot be. Surely not painful ever, yet not glad, Shall such hours be to me, but blindly sweet, Sharp with all yearning and all fact at strife, Dreams that shine by with unremembered feet, And tones that like far distance make this life Spectral and wonderful and strangely sad.
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"Move on, light hands, so strongly tenderly,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Archibald Lampman delivers a powerful performance in "Music."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...