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A CONCERT OF GIORGIONE GIORGIONE

(Angelico shrank from Masaccio)

FRA UMILIO

I know there is a music gathering somewhere

Unmindful of the house where it is made,

And potent to feel more than men can say

In a minuter mode of sounds allied,

Without another art's cold explanation.

THE ABATE

Ah, but the voice is still an instrument

And must go with the rest to shape perfection.

ERA UMILIO

All meaning changes with the harmony.

PARIS [sings]

I saw her shadow on the curtain

Assailed by a breath of rain-wet roses;

And near her hair, but half as certain,

A shadow of tremulous love-in-a-mist

Seemed to leave her arm's slow poses

In a finger twist

Listen, O, listen, listen

As if you were music listening to itself.

Even when I cease perfect voices remain. 9