  Oh, happy, sad, mysterious, wondrous soul! Imprisoned in a living dungeon deep The fates have bound thee; but they can not keep For ay that spirit in their dark control Who hear'st the music of the spheres that roll Through silent time; those beauteous orbs that sweep Through space and glitter in the boundless deep, Will yet thy blind, benighted life console. What sin didst thou commit, or whom offend? That doomed thee to a carnal cell so gross That scarce a hint of what thou really art Has ever reached the world,—who couldst transcend In matchless music, purged of all thy dross, The great Beethoven or divine Mozart. |
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