Sunday, September 15, 2019
Music in Nature Essay
Music When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovely things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies. When music sounds, out of the water rise Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes, Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face, With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place. When music sounds, all that I was I am Ere to this haunt of Brooding dust I came; And from Timeââ¬â¢s woods break into distant song The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along. In the first stanza, Music renders Nature beyond flowers into ââ¬Å"vision flameâ⬠, trees that ââ¬Å"Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.â⬠The word ââ¬Å"stilledâ⬠could mean instilled which has some motion, and is shortened to ââ¬Ëstilled to accommodate the rhythm. Or it could mean stilled, as in held in suspension. The second stanza, mythical Naiads, a type of nymph who presided over fountains, wells, springs, streams, and brooks, are evoked by musicââ¬â¢s sounds. But they are ââ¬Å"Rapt in strange dreamsâ⬠. ââ¬Å"Burns each enchanted face.â⬠is a suggestive image. A Flushed face looks like it is burning. Women may flush when embarrassed, perhaps, in de la Mareââ¬â¢s time, from the stimulation being in the company of a man she desires. But her ââ¬Å"echoingâ⬠, which implies reflection, and could extend to a reflection of our own feelings, is ââ¬Å"solemnâ⬠. Sad, perhaps unrequited, longing and desire burn in her strange dreams and show on her enchanted face. The third stanza literally refers to the author, but also the reader. Music exposes the very spirit of our-self, all that ââ¬Å"I was before I came to this bodyâ⬠(ââ¬Å"haunt of brooding dustâ⬠), I now ââ¬Å"amâ⬠, understanding through the reflection of the music our ex-corporeal selves. From ââ¬Å"Timeââ¬â¢s woodsâ⬠, from eternityââ¬â¢s history, including all past and future human emotions, ââ¬Å"swift-winged hours break into distant song as I hasten alongâ⬠. Music fills the fast passing hours of our lives, and offers a connection to, the void of infinity, history, memory.
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