Ella Wheeler Wilcox - The Beautiful Blue Danube

Ella Wheeler Wilcox - The Beautiful Blue Danube

They drift down the hall together; br He smiles in her lifted eyes. br Like waves of that mighty river br The strains of the ‘Danube’ rise. br They float on its rhythmic measure, br Like leaves on a summer stream; br And here, in this scene of pleasure, br I bury my sweet dead dream. br br Through the cloud of her dusky tresses, br Like a star, shines out her face; br And the form of his strong arm presses br Is sylph-like in its grace. br As a leaf on the bounding river br Is lost in the seething sea, br I know that for ever and ever br My dream is lost to me. br br And still the viols are playing br That grand old wordless rhyme; br And still those two are swaying br In perfect tune and time. br If the great bassoons that mutter, br If the clarinets that blow, br Were given the chance to utter br The secret things they know. br br Would the lists of the slain who slumber br On the Danube’s battle-plains br The unknown hosts outnumber br Who die ‘neath the ‘Danube’s’ strains? br Those fall where the cannons rattle, br ‘Mid the rain of shot and shell; br But these, in a fiercer battle, br Find death in the music’s swell. br br With the river’s roar of passion br Is blended the dying groan; br But here, in the halls of fashion, br Hearts break, and make no moan. br And the music, swelling and sweeping, br Like the river, knows it all; br But none are counting or keeping br The lists of those who fall.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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