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Schumann’s Sonata in A Minor
By Celia Laighton Thaxter (1835–1894)T
The slender crystal vase, where all aflame
The scarlet poppies stand erect and tall,
Color that burns as if no frost could tame,
The shaded lamplight glowing over all,
The summer night a dream of warmth and balm.
“With passionate expression!” Ah, from whence
Comes the enchantment of this potent spell,
This charm that takes us captive, soul and sense?
The sacred power of music, who shall tell,
Who find the secret of its mastery?
Pierced by the sweetness of the violin,
Shaken by thrilling chords and searching notes
That flood the ivory keys, the flowers begin
To tremble; ’tis as if some spirit floats
And breathes upon their beauty unaware.
In silken splendor of superb attire:
Stricken with arrows of melodious sound,
Their loosened petals fall like flakes of fire;
With waves of music overwhelmed and drowned,
Solemnly drop their flames on either hand.
Only a memory sweet, to shut between
Some poem’s silent leaves, to find again,
Perhaps, when winter blasts are howling keen,
And summer’s loveliness is spoiled and slain,
And all the world of light and bloom bereft.
Nor time nor fate its subtle power destroy
To bring again the summer’s dear caress,
To wake the heart to youth’s unreasoning joy,—
Sound, color, perfume, love, to warm and bless,
And airs of balm from Paradise that blow.