Alfred Noyes (Альфред Нойес)

Beethoven in Central Park

(After a glimpse of a certain monument in New York, during the
Victory Celebration)


The thousand-windowed towers were all alight.
Throngs of all nations filled that glittering way;
And, rich with dreams of the approaching day,
Flags of all nations trampled down the night.
No clouds, at sunset, die in airs as bright.
No clouds, at dawn, awake in winds as gay;
For Freedom rose in that august array,
Crowned with the stars and weaponed for the right.

Then, in a place of whispering leaves and gloom,
I saw, too dark, too dumb for bronze or stone,
One tragic head that bowed against the sky;
O, in a hush too deep for any tomb
I saw Beethoven, dreadfully alone
With his own grief, and his own majesty. 

1. Moving through the Dew
2. Necromancy
3. A Ride for the Queen
4. The Trumpet Call
5. The Old Grey Squirrel

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