Falls on the listless keyboard, smooth and white—
Remembered music dreams in the dull light;
And you, too, George, sit silently and dreaming,
Alone, into the night.
THE DEAR MYSTERY
Joy, and the triumph and the doom of gladness
Make in my breast a music sweet as sadness;
Shall I not sing for sorrow, and again
Cry out, for the sheer joyousness of pain!