During Music

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Title:     During Music
Author: Arthur Symons [More Titles by Symons]

THE music had the heat of blood,
A passion that no words can reach;
We sat together, and understood
Our own heart's speech.

We had no need of word or sign,
The music spoke for us, and said
All that her eyes could read in mine
Or mine in hers had read.

[The end]
Arthur Symons's poem: During Music

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