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When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;Her flowers in vision flame, her forest treesLift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;Her flowers in vision flame, her forest treesLift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.When music sounds, out of the water rise
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;Her flowers in vision flame, her forest treesLift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.When music sounds, out of the water riseNaiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;Her flowers in vision flame, her forest treesLift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.When music sounds, out of the water riseNaiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;Her flowers in vision flame, her forest treesLift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.When music sounds, out of the water riseNaiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;Her flowers in vision flame, her forest treesLift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.When music sounds, out of the water riseNaiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.When music sounds, all that I was I am
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;Her flowers in vision flame, her forest treesLift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.When music sounds, out of the water riseNaiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.When music sounds, all that I was I amEre to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;Her flowers in vision flame, her forest treesLift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.When music sounds, out of the water riseNaiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.When music sounds, all that I was I amEre to this haunt of brooding dust I came;And from Time’s woods break into distant song
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;Her flowers in vision flame, her forest treesLift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.When music sounds, out of the water riseNaiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.When music sounds, all that I was I amEre to this haunt of brooding dust I came;And from Time’s woods break into distant songThe swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.