Here you will find the Poem On Music of poet Walter Savage Landor
MANY love music but for music?s sake; Many because her touches can awake Thoughts that repose within the breast half dead, And rise to follow where she loves to lead. What various feelings come from days gone by! What tears from far-off sources dim the eye! Few, when light fingers with sweet voices play, And melodies swell, pause, and melt away, Mind how at every touch, at every tone, A spark of life hath glisten?d and hath gone.
