Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Song: Love took my life and thrilld itSir Lewis Morris (18331907)
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Through all its strings,
Play’d round my mind and fill’d it
With sound of wings:
But to my heart he never came
To touch it with his golden flame.
I do rejoice,
Nor heed the slow years bringing
A harsher voice:
Because the songs which he has sung
Still leave the untouch’d singer young.
The Master sways,
For him, swift wing’d with passion,
Fleet the brief days:
Betimes the enforcèd accents come,
And leave him ever after dumb.