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after he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention	A
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Would that the structure brave the manifold music I build	B
Bidding my organ obey calling its keys to their work	C
Claiming each slave of the sound at a touch as when Solomon willed	B
Armies of angels that soar legions of demons that lurk	C
Man brute reptile fly alien of end and of aim	D
Adverse each from the other heaven high hell deep removed	E
Should rush into sight at once as he named the ineffable Name	D
And pile him a palace straight to pleasure the princess he loved	F
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Would it might tarry like his the beautiful building of mine	G
This which my keys in a crowd pressed and importuned to raise	H
Ah one and all how they helped would dispart now and now combine	G
Zealous to hasten the work heighten their master his praise	H
And one would bury his brow with a wild plunge down to hell	I
Burrow awhile and build broad on the roots of things	J
Then up again swim into sight having based me my palace well	I
Founded it fearless of flame flat on the nether springs	J
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And another would mount and march like the excellent minion he was	K
Ay another and yet another one crowded but with many a crest	L
Raising my rampired walls of gold as transparent as glass	M
Eager to do and die yield each his place to the rest	L
For higher still and higher as a runner tips with fire	N
When a great illumination surprises a festal night	O
Outlined round and round Rome's dome from space to spire	P
Up the pinnacled glory reached and the pride of my soul was in sight	O
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In sight Not half for it seemed it was certain to match man's birth	Q
Nature in turn conceived obeying an impulse as I	R
And the emulous heaven yearned down made effort to reach the earth	Q
As the earth had done her best in my passion to scale the sky	R
Novel splendours burst forth grew familiar and dwelt with mine	G
Not a point but found and fixed its wandering star	S
Meteor moons balls of blaze and they did not pale nor pine	G
For earth had attained to heaven there was no more near nor far	S
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Nay more for there wanted not who walked in the glare and glow	T
Presences plain in the place or fresh from the Protoplast	O
Furnished for ages to come when a kindlier wind should blow	T
Lured now to begin and live in a house to their liking at last	O
Or else the wonderful Dead who have passed through the body and gone	U
But were back once more to breathe in an old world worth their new	V
What never had been was now what was as it shall be anon	V
And what is shall I say matched both for I was made perfect too	V
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All through my keys that gave their sounds to a wish of my soul	W
All through my soul that praised as its wish flowed visibly forth	X
All through music and me For think had I painted the whole	W
Why there it had stood to see nor the process so wonder worth	Q
Had I written the same made verse still effect proceeds from cause	K
Ye know why the forms are fair ye hear how the tale is told	O
It is all triumphant art but art in obedience to laws	Y
Painter and poet are proud in the artist list enrolled	O
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But here is the finger of God a flash of the will that can	V
Existent behind all laws that made them and lo they are	S
And I know not if save in this such gift be allowed to man	V
That out of three sounds he frame not a fourth sound but a star	S
Consider it well each tone of our scale in itself is nought	O
It is everywhere in the world loud soft and all is said	O
Give it to me to use I mix it with two in my thought	O
And there Ye have heard and seen consider and bow the head	O
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Well it is gone at last the palace of music I reared	O
Gone and the good tears start the praises that come too slow	T
For one is assured at first one scarce can say that he feared	O
That he even gave it a thought the gone thing was to go	T
Never to be again But many more of the kind	O
As good nay better perchance is this your comfort to me	Z
To me who must be saved because I cling with my mind	O
To the same same self same God ay what was shall be	Z
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Therefore to whom turn I but to Thee the ineffable Name	D
Builder and maker Thou of houses not made with hands	A2
What have fear of change from Thee who art ever the same	D
Doubt that Thy power can fill the heart that Thy power expands	A2
There shall never be one lost good What was shall live as before	B2
The evil is null is nought is silence implying sound	O
What was good shall be good with for evil so much good more	B2
On the earth the broken arcs in the heaven a perfect round	O
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All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist	O
Not its semblance but itself no beauty nor good nor power	N
Whose voice has gone forth but each survives for the melodist	O
When eternity affirms the conception of an hour	N
The high that proved too high the heroic for earth too hard	O
The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky	R
Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard	O
Enough that He heard it once we shall hear it by and by	R
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And what is our failure here but a triumph's evidence	C2
For the fulness of the days Have we withered or agonized	O
Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence	D2
Why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized	O
Sorrow is hard to bear and doubt is slow to clear	E2
Each sufferer says his say his scheme of the weal and woe	T
But God has a few of us whom He whispers in the ear	F2
The rest may reason and welcome 'tis we musicians know	T
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Well it is earth with me silence resumes her reign	V
I will be patient and proud and soberly acquiesce	G2
Give me the keys I feel for the common chord again	V
Sliding by semitones till I sink to the minor yes	G2
And I blunt it into a ninth and I stand on alien ground	O
Surveying a while the heights I rolled from into the deep	H2
Which hark I have dared and done for my resting place is found	O
The C major of this life so now I will try to sleep	H2

Robert Browning

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