Oh, Chopin

Oh, Chopin, what a world of loving light,
Impassioned, pure, and soft as dying night,
You set afloat with clearest note on note on note.

We hear, and with whirling flower of sound
Fall blooming into emotions deep that pound
And bound in pain-like happy sigh on sigh on sigh.

Then harder yet, with re-charged, fervent soul,
Your tones harmonic grasp and take control,
To fling rebellious power swell on swell on swell!

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