How Beautifully the Rushing Glass

Music: Prelude in G Major. By Dimitri Shostakovich. Sequenced by J. Marques.

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How beautifully the rushing glass, All molten gold across the stones, Pours into pools of cloud and sky, Paints a scrim across the deep. Yesterday the milky grass Made a blanket for the bones Of all the birds who questioned why, Trilling wonder in their cheep. How magically the morning brass Eases our phantasmic moans, Ripples salmon in the eye 'Ere the gauzy end of sleep. So, too, the syllables that pass Directly over silent thrones, And thoughts that, graceful, slide right by Yon mysteries that dragons keep.