The Marriage of True Minds
(IN THE BACH-GOUNOD "AVE MARIA")
That seeking Prelude found its unforetold
Unguessed intention, trend;
Though needing no fulfilment, did enfold
This exquisite end.
Bach led his notes up through their delicate slope
Aspiring, so they sound,
And so they were—in some strange ignorant hope
Thus to be crowned.
What deep soft seas beneath this buoyant barque!
What winds to speed this bird!
What impulses to toss this heavenward lark!
Thought—then the word.
Lovely the tune, lovely the unconsciousness
Of him who promised it.
Lovely the years that joined in blessedness
The two, the fit.
Bach was Precursor. But no Baptist's cry
Was his; he, who began
For one who was to end, did prophesy,
By Nature's generous act, the lesser man.
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