The music had the heat of blood,
A passion that no words can reach;
We sat together, and understood
Our own heart’s speech.
We had no need of word or sign,
The music spoke for us, and said
All that her eyes could read in mine
Or mine in hers had read.
I am busy working to bring Arthur Symons's "During Music" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Arthur Symons's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "During Music" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.