Stanzas for Music

There is a joy sublime, that moves Through woods and amidst the dunes, And oceans tell their tales of love, So I do not my being spurn;—
Yet still I strive with the lengthy tides
That prove once more, that none can tire.

Enchanting visions nigh to soft
And I am lifted in what life remains, For I am but a lynchpin, borne To seek the light beyond the endless range.

And all of this, unfolds in calm; The peace is pure, in Harmony’s Hand! Let’er it fall, or break at last, The sea shall sing forever on the sand.

• Lord Byron