James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
December 5Mozarts Requiem
By Felicia Dorothea Hemans (17931835)A
For beauty in its bloom?
For valor fallen—a broken rose or sword?
A dirge for king or chief,
With pomp of stately grief,
Banner, and torch, and waving plume deplored?
That warning voice I know,
From other worlds a strange mysterious tone;
A solemn funeral air
It call’d me to prepare,
And my heart answer’d secretly—my own!
In links of joy and pain
Mighty the troubled spirit to enthral!
And let me breathe my dower
Of passion and of power
Full into that deep lay—the last of all!
From this bright world below,
This realm of sunshine, ringing with sweet sound!
Must leave its festal skies,
With all their melodies,
That ever in my breast glad echoes found!
Too restless and too strong
Within this clay hath been the o’ermastering flame;
Swift thoughts, that came and went,
Like torrents o’er me sent,
Have shaken, as a reed, my thrilling frame.
Which none may stay or bind,
The beautiful comes floating through my soul;
I strive with yearnings vain,
The spirit to detain
Of the deep harmonies that past me roll!
Trouble the secret streams
And founts of music that o’erflow my breast;
Something far more divine
Than may on earth be mine,
Haunts my worn heart, and will not let me rest.
That breathes from worlds unknown?—
Surely these feverish aspirations there
Shall grasp their full desire,
And this unsettled fire,
Burn calmly, brightly, in immortal air.
To earthly joy and pain
A rich, and deep, and passionate farewell!
I pour each fervent thought
With fear, hope, trembling fraught,
Into the notes that o’er my dust shall swell.