Beethoven

He breathed into his art the living soul
Of a true sympathy, that quick impelled
The utterance of ennobled thoughts that swelled
In mystic harmonies. The thunder-roll
Of proud defiance scorned the control
Of any fate that fought in vain. Love swelled
From out his heart in melodies that held
The ear in strained desire to sip the whole
Of life and love. Reason is here subdued
By that fine inner instinct that explains
The wondrous meanings that the worlds include
Of here and the hereafter, and regains
The vigour of a lapsing life renewed,
And all the worth of all worth's power attains.
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