Cesar Franck

[1822ÔÇô1890]

To grasp it; say that you have seized that hour
Choking with music like a bright smoke; say
That you have crushed it as you crush a flower
Because it dies to-day;

To breathe it in, a brilliant dizziness
Glittering, overwhelming, battering sense
Down, and beating in a radiant press
Of wings up to the tents

Of the pavilioned spirit! — so you shall reach
The slow white width of peace, and for a while,
Even for a while, hear an exalted speech
And know Death by his smile.
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