Perplexed Music
EXPERIENCE, like a pale musi, holds
A dulcimer of patien his hand,
Whence harmonies, we ot uand,
Of God; will in his worlds, the strain unfolds
In sad-perplexed minors: deathly colds
Fall on us while we hear, and termand
Our sangui back from the fand
With nightingales in visionary wolds.
We murmur Where is aain tune
Or measured musi suotes as these ?
But angels, leaning from the golde,
Are not so miheir fine ear hath won
The issue of pleted ces,
And, smiling dowars, they whisper--
SWEET.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning