First the accompaniment, Heart-known and heaven-sent And so divinely right The inmost spirit laughs with sure delight.
And now the fountain of the melody.
To your forgiven fields I am entered in, Spring of my adolescence, Spring of the world, Where every secret lime-leaf is unfurled, Where all’s made well again, yet more’s to be—
Then why this misery?
Because, O enemy alien heart, we fear That you are lost on your demoniac shore, And we deny that in your music—here Is your unchanged, unchanging innocent core.”