To me all beauty that I see
Is melody made visible:
An earth-translated state, may be,
Of music heard in Heaven or Hell.
Out of some love-impassioned strain
Of saints, the rose evolved its bloom;
And, dreaming of it here again,
Perhaps re-lives it as perfume.
Out of some chant that demons sing
Of hate and pain, the sunset grew;
And, haply, still remembering,
Re-lives it here as some wild hue.
Transmutation
Madison Julius Cawein
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Poem topics: beauty, hate, heaven, music, pain, rose, sunset, wild, earth, visible, melody, bloom, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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