Well, as William Congreve said in The Mourning Bride, 1697: Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast, To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak. Ive read, that things inanimate have movd, And, as with living Souls, have been informd, By Magick Numbers and persuasive Sound. What then am I? Am I more senseless grown Than Trees, or Flint? O force of constant Woe! Tis not in Harmony to calm my Griefs. Anselmo sleeps, and is at Peace; last Night The silent Tomb receivd the good Old King; He and his Sorrows now are safely lodgd Within its cold, but hospitable Bosom. Why am not I at Peace?
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 17:50:14 +0000