Author Robert Loveman Music swells my sluggish blood To a raging purple flood, Music rainbows on my brain All the vanished years again. Music in my soul doth stir Sleeping memories of her; Can nor time, nor any art, Drive this woman from my heart? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments