Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Here you will find the Poem During Music of poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti

During Music

O COOL unto the sense of pain 
That last night's sleep could not destroy; 
O warm unto the sense of joy, 
That dreams its life within the brain. 
What though I lean o'er thee to scan 
The written music cramped and stiff;? 
'Tis dark to me, as hieroglyph 
On those weird bulks Egyptian. 
But as from those, dumb now and strange, 
A glory wanders on the earth, 
Even so thy tones can call a birth 
From these, to shake my soul with change. 
O swift, as in melodious haste 
Float o'er the keys thy fingers small; 
O soft, as is the rise and fall 
Which stirs that shade within thy breast.