How keenly I rejoice When in me with sweet motions slow The spiritual music ebbs and moans - Lives in the lustre of those heavenly eyes, Dies in the light of its own paradise, - Dies, and relives eternal from its death, Immortal melodies in each deep breath; Sweeps thro' my being, bearing up to thee Myself, the weight of its eternity; Till, nerved to life from its ordeal fire, It marries music with the human lyre, Blending divine delight with loveliest desire.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith