MUSIC AND MEMORY.To K.W.ACROSS the tides of music, in the night,Her magical face,A light upon it as the happy lightOf dreams in some delicious placeUnder the moonlight in the night.Music, soft throbbing music in the night,Her memory swimsInto the brain, a carol of delight;The cup of music overbrimsWith wine of memory, in the night.Her face across the music, in the night,Her face a refrain,A light that sings along the waves of light,A memory that returns again,Music in music, in the night.
To K.W.
ACROSS the tides of music, in the night,Her magical face,A light upon it as the happy lightOf dreams in some delicious placeUnder the moonlight in the night.
Music, soft throbbing music in the night,Her memory swimsInto the brain, a carol of delight;The cup of music overbrimsWith wine of memory, in the night.
Her face across the music, in the night,Her face a refrain,A light that sings along the waves of light,A memory that returns again,Music in music, in the night.