When through life unblest we rove,
Losing childhood memories that made boyhood dear,
I should note some notes we used to love together,
In days of boyhood, meet our mind,
of same wavelenght and wonderings,
Oh! how welcome breathes the strain!
Wakening thoughts that long have slept,
Kindling former smiles again
In non-faded eyes that long have slept.
Like the wind, that sighs along,
thoughts of yellow flowers in field,
and purple waves rushing a shore;
Is the grateful breath of song,
That heard in happier times.
Fills to brink my mind and soul,
Though the flowers have sunk in death
Though the waves have with the tide;
So, when pleasure's dream is gone,
Its memory lives in Music's breath.
Music, oh, how wonderfully weak you are,
Worldly sufferings fades before thy spell!
Why should Feeling ever speak,
When thou cast a breathe,
my mind and soul regenerate so well?
Friendship's may feign,
Love's may fade,
Oh! only musics strain
Can sweetly soothe, and not betray my thoughts.
And I hear my friend say from his stool, and from gods we were men,
"How pretty!" i thought ; and went on my wonderings agains.
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