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[00:06.63]O cool unto the sense of pain
[00:10.76]That last night's sleep could not destroy;
[00:16.60]O warm unto the sense of joy,
[00:20.83]That dreams its life within the brain.
[00:27.38]What though I lean o'er thee to scan
[00:32.17]The written music cramped and stiff;—
[00:38.02]'Tis dark to me, as hieroglyph
[00:42.40]On those weird bulks Egyptian.
[00:49.14]
[00:56.99]But as from those, dumb now and strange,
[01:03.24]A glory wanders on the earth,
[01:08.28]Even so thy tones can call a birth
[01:14.21]From these, to shake my soul with change.
[01:20.46]O swift, as in melodious haste
[01:27.80]Float o'er the keys thy fingers small;
[01:38.32]O soft, as is the rise and fall
[01:46.50]Which stirs that shade within thy breast.