Frederick Philip Grove
"Discordant strains..."
(NB 16)

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e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007

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"Discordant strains..."[1] by Frederick Philip Grove Discordant strains grew into symphonies [1] At last, belated, in life's afternoon When bass storms died and finer[2] harmonies Invading trebles wrought: you were the time. Grim, borstling[3] valleys flattened into leas Paved with soft[4] grass, with[5] spangled blossoms strewn And hedged in from all winds; you were in there[6]Like roses, roses in the month of June. The surging surf acceded to the seas And left to me a slumbering lagoon Caressed by a soft flattering sunset breeze Yet[7] stood you by me like the day's high noon. But music, colour, strength, these subtle keys That unlock doors of life, too soon, too soon Were taken from me: all the things that please. It is as had[8] you lived but one short moon Notebook 16