
A musician recalls his organ improvisation as an imagined palace joining earth and heaven, then grieves when its sounds vanish. He turns to God, asserting that goodness and unrealized aspirations survive in eternity, before returning to ordinary chords and preparing to sleep.
By Robert Browning · Genre: Dramatic Monologue, Philosophical Poetry, Religious Poetry · 1,637 words
(After He Has Been Extemporizing upon the Musical Instrument of His Invention)
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, / Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, / Claiming each slave of the sound, at a touch, as when Solomon willed / Armies of angels that soar, legions of demons that lurk, / Man, brute, reptile, fly, -- alien of end and of aim, / Adverse, each from the other heaven-high, hell-deep removed, -- / Should rush into sight at once as he named the ineffable Name, / And pile him a palace straight, to pleasure the princess he loved!
organ music · improvisation · artistic creation · faith · eternity · musical harmony
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