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Poems
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XXIII—Music
Down the quiet eve,
Thro’ my window with the sunset
Pipes to me a distant organ
Foolish ditties;
And, as when you change
Pictures in a magic lantern,
Books, beds, bottles, floor, and ceiling
Fade and vanish,
And I’m well once more . . .
August flares adust and torrid,
But my heart is full of April
Sap and sweetness.
In the quiet eve
I am loitering, longing, dreaming . . .
Dreaming, and a distant organ
Pipes me ditties.
I can see the shop,
I can smell the sprinkled pavement,
Where she serves—her chestnut chignon
Thrills my senses!
O, the sight and scent,
Wistful eve and perfumed pavement!
In the distance pipes an organ . . .
The sensation
Comes to me anew,
And my spirit for a moment
Thro’ the music breathes the blessed
Airs of London.
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Chicago: William Ernest Henley, "XXIII— Music," Poems, ed. Keil, Heinrich, 1822-1894 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Poems (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed April 26, 2024, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DKYIXS3DWPQPQ4U.
MLA: Henley, William Ernest. "XXIII— Music." Poems, edited by Keil, Heinrich, 1822-1894, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Poems, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 26 Apr. 2024. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DKYIXS3DWPQPQ4U.
Harvard: Henley, WE, 'XXIII— Music' in Poems, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Poems, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 26 April 2024, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DKYIXS3DWPQPQ4U.
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