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The business of art lies just in this--to make that understood and felt which, in the form of an argument, might be incomprehensible and inaccessible. - Leo Tolstoy

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O let the organ, many-voiced, sing boldly,
O let it roar like spring's first thunderstorm!
My half-closed eyes over your young bride's shoulder
Will meet your eyes just once and then no more.

Goodbye, be very happy, I relieve you
Of all your vows - but, dearest heart, take care
Lest my most sacred words, my ravings fevered
You breathe in your enamoured partner's ear.

Know this: they'll poison and corrode your ardent
And blessed union... I go forth to seek -
To seek and claim the lovely magic garden
Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak.

1921