  YOU found my soul an untried instrument. I closed it fast and bade you take the key, Serene in my unquestioning content That you alone could wake the harmony. I gave the key, indifferent though it cost Familiar lightness of unskilful touch, The music to the master. If I lost, He lets the little go who profits much. Ah, then the keen, reluctant knowledge grew That though the chords were helpless at your will You had nor wit nor power to sound them true: Discordant they, or else forever still. |
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