Mute music soothes my breast, unuttered harmony,
That I could never dream, till Earth was lost to me.
‘Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals;
My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels:
Its wings are almost free – its home, its harbour found,
Measuring the gulf, it stoops, and dares the final bound.
— Feb 03, 2024 08:41PM
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