Elgar at Midnight

You were the music-maker,

And I the dreamer of dreams;

You were the heart’s dilator,

And I the provider of themes.

 

You have become an enigma,

And a hapless nimrod I;

You recoil, alarmed at my ardour,

And my hope’s exiled to the sky.

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