How shall I capture
Sound and desire?
Let candor stir upon candor
As sword upon sword,
Tempering the tenor and the timbre
Of this sweet ecstasy.
Grieved is my mind,
Harassed by music
Untouched of any sound.
Yet on trellis, on infinite arch,
On bridges of fretted iron-
Frail to thought, acrid to sight,
Thunderous with traffic of men-
Red-budding, peach-petalled
Beauty flames into view.
But how shall I capture
Sound and desire?
How shall I hear
The pointed vagaries,
The evanescent harmonies,
That float unfingered
Across the strings of the mind?
How shall I hear,
Plucked from the intangible mind-strings,
The song desire sings, and sings?
There is no create instrument.
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