Music

Launch me, O music, whither on the soundless Sea my star gleams pale! I beneath cloudy cope or rapt in boundless Æther set my sail;

With breast outblown, swollen by the wind that urges Swelling sheets, I scale The summit of the wave whose vexed surges Night from me doth veil;

A labouring vessel's passions in my pulses Thrill the shuddering sense; The wind that wafts, the tempest that convulses, O'er the gulf immense Swing me.--Anon flat calm and clearer air Glass my soul's despair! LA MUSIQUE.