After Hearing German Music

What pang of beauty is in all these songs,
Flooding the heart with painful bliss within--
Was this the folk to which Von Kluck belongs,
The land of poison gas and Zeppelin?

Most gifted race the world has ever known,
Now bleeding in the dust of rank despairs,--
Was it for this men builded at Cologne,
Kant wrote at midnight, Schumann dreamed his airs?
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