Music

  Oft Music possesses me like the seas!
  To my planet pale,
  'Neath a ceiling of mist, in the lofty breeze,
  I set my sail.

  With inflated lungs and expanded chest,
  Like to a sail,
  On the backs of the heaped-up billows I rest—
  Which the shadows veil—

  I feel all the anguish within me arise
  Of a ship in distress;
  The tempest, the rain, 'neath the lowering skies,

  My body caress;
  At times, the calm pool or the mirror clear
  Of my despair!