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For other versions of this work, see The "Unfinished" Symphony.

O music of divine imagining!

Does he not hear you in his dreams to-night?

Can you no wonder to his spirit bring—

And no delight?

His love created you; his hopes, his fears,

Are poignant in these tones, surmounting death—

These melodies that dim the eyes with tears,

And snatch the breath! …

And can he longer sleep, nor note this strain

Whose magic enters now, with lovelier art

That like a benediction thrills the brain

And fills the heart?

Ah, not to one shall all earth's joys belong!

So have the gods ordained, whom we obey,

Lest mortal men should deem themselves as strong,

As blest as they.

On Schubert, out of love, the ecstasy

That wrote this godlike music they conferred:

To us they gave to hear the symphony He never heard!