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Oh! do not play me music any more, / Lest in us mortal, some not mortal spell / Should stir strange hopes, and leave a tale to tell / Of two belovéd whom holy music bore, / Through whispering night and doubt's uncertain seas, / To drift at length along a dawnless shore, / The last sad goal of human harmonies. / Look! do not play me music any more.
You are my music and my mistress both, / Why, then, let music play the master here? / Make silent melody, Melodie. I am loath / To find that music, large in my soul's ear, / Should stop my fancy, hold my heart in prize, / And make me dreamer more than dreams are wise.