A song for Saint Cecilia`s Day.
From Harmany, from heavently Harmany
When Nature under neath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay
And could not heave her head
The tuneful voice has heard from high
Arive, ge more than dead
Men cold, and hot, and moist, and bry.
In order to thear stations leap
And music`s power obey.
From Harmany, from heavently Harmany
This universal frame began
From Harmany to Harmany
Though all the compass of the notes it ran.
The diapason closing full in Man.
From Harmany, from heavently Harmany
When Nature under neath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay
And could not heave her head
The tuneful voice has heard from high
Arive, ge more than dead
Men cold, and hot, and moist, and bry.
In order to thear stations leap
And music`s power obey.
From Harmany, from heavently Harmany
This universal frame began
From Harmany to Harmany
Though all the compass of the notes it ran.
The diapason closing full in Man.
зы: знаки я толком не расставляла...)