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1865–1945

DURING MUSIC.

Arthur 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.

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