English poem
Waldstein Sonata. Beethoven
by Edward Carpenter (1844–1929)
O changeless in thy beauty, stedfast, strong, Exultant in the calm of victory, A mighty poet flung thee forth, to be A part of Nature. So that I, thus long Listening to thy majestic voices, dream Of some vast snow-veiled mountain far away, Whose front is crimson fire at orient day; Where in the dark Dian’s silver lances gleam; Where shadows of the tireless storm-wreathed mist Move on in changeless interchange; where call Clamorous echoes of the waterfall From crag to crag; whom Night alone hath kissed, And everlasting silence, and the far Glimmering magic of the Morning star.
November, 1869.
Printed in Great Britain by UNWIN BROTHERS, LIMITED LONDON AND WOKING
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