My K eys 1 . To n o cra -cro n n cas e a ov e the w d m a n g w i g tl b il i , To n o bower of fair lady or villa in Spain To n o ee en v au s ere the s ore e e s s ne d p , hidd t wh t d w hi , ’ l j l O : the Sou th s ruddy su n light is prison ed in win e ; To no ar en s en c an e ere ni n a es s n g d h t d wh ghti g l i g, A nd the flowers of all dim es breathe pe rpe tual sprin g To non e of all these e v e access m e s Th y gi , y k y , v My magical ebon an d i ory ke ys . II . But to em es su m e e e m u s c is ra er t pl bli , wh r i p y , To the bower of a godde ss su pern ally fair ; To the cr s ere the a es e r m s e es ee pt wh g th i t ri p, y ’y k Where the sorrows an d o s of earth s greatest on e s j y ’ ere the i n e of em o ion a i e s rs m a s Wh w t l f thi t y till, A n d the je wels of thought gleam to light at m y will To m ore than all these v My m agical ebon an d i ory keys. I I I . To ri ream s of the as in oc e ce s of the m n b ght d p t l k d ll i d, To the tom bs of dead joys in their beau ty en shrin ed ; ’ To the c am ers ere ov e s reco ec on s at e s ore h b wh ti t d, l ’ ll A n d the lan es where dev otion s best hom age is poured To the c ou an of o e ere the du m s of ears l dl d h p , wh ll i t t A s the rain bow of prom ise ill um in ed appears e v e access m e s Th y gi , y k y , O n ly an I n terprete r The world will still go on the very same When the last feeble echo of my name ’ Has died from ou t men s listless hearts and ears These many years . W l ro su n s W l Its tides il ll, its il rise and set , of When mine , through twilight portals regret , l d Has passed to quench its pa li , parting light In rayless night , ’ ’ While o er my place oblivion s tide will sweep dark To Whelm my deeds in silence and deep , ood The triumphs and the failures , ill and g , fl o Beneath its o d. w Then other, abler men ill serve the Art I strove to serve with sin gleness of heart ; W ll brow i wear her thorned laurels on the , I As do now . first I shall not care to ask whose fame is , O r feel the fever of that burning thirst To win her warmest smile , nor count the cost ’ Whate er be lost . w l As I have striven , they il strive to rise To hopeless heights , where that elusive prize , The unattainable ideal , gleams Through waking dreams : V D escriptiv e A n alyses of Pian o W orks sh But ll sleep , sleep secure , profound , I a a ’ Be on d.the of or y reach blame , plaudits sound ; sh nd who stands high , who low , ll not know A ’ I a Tis better so For what the gain of all my toilsome years , Of a ? all my ce seless struggles , secret tears u flower My best, more brief than frailest s mmer , Dies with the hour . My most en during triumphs swifter pass Than fairy frost - wreaths from the window glass The master but of moments may not claim l A death es s name . S a Mine but the task to lift , l ttle p ce , a i ’ The myst ic veil from beauty s radiant face t r That o her men may joy the eon to see , Forgettin g me . Not mine the genius to create the forms ’ h a W ich st nd serenely strong , thro suns and storms , While passing ages praise that power sublime Defyin g time . of da Mine but the transient service a y , S too an d cant praise , ready blame , meager pay No matter , though with hunger at the heart I did my part . I dare not call m y labor all in vain; If I but voice anew on e lofty strain The faithful echo of a noble thought e’ For some it cheers upon lif s weary road , And some hearts lightens of their bitter load“ Which might have missed the message in the dm O n ly an I n terpreter v ii My lavished life - blood warmed and woke again ’ n of The still , pale childre another s brain , fu Brimmed ll the forms which else were cold , ’ Tho fair of mold . ’ And thro their lips m y spirit spoke to men O f higher hopes , of courage under pain , O f fli ht worthy aspirations , fearless g To reach the light : of Then , soul mine , content thee with thy fate , Though noble niche of fame and guerdon great Be not for thee : thy modes t task was sweet ’ A t beauty s feet: The Ar tist passes like a swift - blown breeze; O r vapors floatin g up from summer seas ; But Art endures as long as life and love e For her I strov . 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