MUSIC AND MEMORY.

By Arthur Symons

ACROSS the tides of music, in the night,

Her magical face,

A light upon it as the happy light

Of dreams in some delicious place

Under the moonlight in the night.

Music, soft throbbing music in the night,

Her memory swims

Into the brain, a carol of delight;

The cup of music overbrims

With wine of memory, in the night.

Her face across the music, in the night,

Her face a refrain,

A light that sings along the waves of light,

A memory that returns again,

Music in music, in the night.