Thus the Eye of Life

Searches for the home of Peace

Night after night:

And when the sun of Death rises

It flees,—it loves its own night.

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TO

LEO B. MIHAN

Few notes out of the coffer of sound,

An image from the gallery of Nature,

An hour from the infinity of Time,—

Out of these, blessed creature,

Createst thou the world of endless rhyme!

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CHOPIN'S FUNERAL MARCH

The keyboard black and white;

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