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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Master Hugues of Saxe-Gotha</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hist, but a word, fair and soft!<br> Forth and be judged, Master Hugues!<br>Answer the question I've put you so oft:<br> What do you mean by your mountainous fugues?<br>See, we're alone in the loft,—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I, the poor organist here,<br> Hugues, the composer of note,<br>Dead though, and done with, this many a year:<br> Let's have a colloquy, something to quote,<br>Make the world prick up its ear!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">See, the church empties apace:<br> Fast they extinguish the lights.<br>Hallo there, sacristan! Five minutes' grace!<br> Here's a crank pedal wants setting to rights,<br>Baulks one of holding the base.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">See, our huge house of the sounds,<br> Hushing its hundreds at once,<br>Bids the last loiterer back to his bounds!<br> O you may challenge them, not a response<br>Get the church-saints on their rounds!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(Saints go their rounds, who shall doubt?<br> —March, with the moon to admire,<br>Up nave, down chancel, turn transept about,<br> Supervise all betwixt pavement and spire,<br>Put rats and mice to the rout—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Aloys and Jurien and Just—<br> Order things back to their place,<br>Have a sharp eye lest the candlesticks rust,<br> Rub the church-plate, darn the sacrament-lace,<br>Clear the desk-velvet of dust.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Here's your book, younger folks shelve!<br> Played I not off-hand and runningly,<br>Just now, your masterpiece, hard number twelve?<br> Here's what should strike, could one handle it cunningly:<br>HeIp the axe, give it a helve!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Page after page as I played,<br> Every bar's rest, where one wipes<br>Sweat from one's brow, I looked up and surveyed,<br> O'er my three claviers yon forest of pipes<br>Whence you still peeped in the shade.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sure you were wishful to speak?<br> You, with brow ruled like a score,<br>Yes, and eyes buried in pits on each cheek,<br> Like two great breves, as they wrote them of yore,<br>Each side that bar, your straight beak!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">X</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sure you said—"Good, the mere notes!<br> "Still, couldst thou take my intent,<br>"Know what procured me our Company's votes—<br> "A master were lauded and sciolists shent,<br>"Parted the sheep from the goats!"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Well then, speak up, never flinch!<br> Quick, ere my candle's a snuff<br>—Burnt, do you see? to its uttermost inch—<br> I believe in you, but that's not enough:<br>Give my conviction a clinch!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">First you deliver your phrase<br> —Nothing propound, that I see,<br>Fit in itself for much blame or much praise—<br> Answered no less, where no answer needs be:<br>Off start the Two on their ways.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Straight must a Third interpose,<br> Volunteer needlessly help;<br>In strikes a Fourth, a Fifth thrusts in his nose,<br> So the cry's open, the kennel's a-yelp,<br>Argument's hot to the close.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One dissertates, he is candid;<br> Two must discept,—has distinguished;<br>Three helps the couple, if ever yet man did;<br> Four protests; Five makes a dart at the thing wished:<br>Back to One, goes the case bandied.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One says his say with a difference<br> More of expounding, explaining!<br>All now is wrangle, abuse, and vociferance;<br> Now there's a truce, all's subdued, self-restraining:<br>Five, though, stands out all the stiffer hence.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One is incisive, corrosive:<br> Two retorts, nettled, curt, crepitant;<br>Three makes rejoinder, expansive, explosive;<br> Four overbears them all, strident and strepitant,<br>Five... O Danaides, O Sieve!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now, they ply axes and crowbars;<br> Now, they prick pins at a tissue<br>Fine as a skein of the casuist Escobar's<br> Worked on the bone of a lie. To what issue?<br>Where is our gain at the Two-bars?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Est fuga, volvitur rota.<br> On we drift: where looms the dim port?<br>One, Two, Three, Four, Five, contribute their quota;<br> Something is gained, if one caught but the import—<br>Show it us, Hugues of Saxe-Gotha!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What with affirming, denying,<br> Holding, risposting, subjoining,<br>All's like... it's like... for an instance I'm trying...<br> There! See our roof, its gilt moulding and groining<br>Under those spider-webs lying!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So your fugue broadens and thickens,<br> Greatens and deepens and lengthens,<br>Till we exclaim—"But where's music, the dickens?<br> "Blot ye the gold, while your spider-web strengthens<br>"—Blacked to the stoutest of tickens?"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I for man's effort am zealous:<br> Prove me such censure unfounded!<br>Seems it surprising a lover grows jealous—<br> Hopes 'twas for something, his organ-pipes sounded,<br>Tiring three boys at the bellows?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is it your moral of Life?<br> Such a web, simple and subtle,<br>Weave we on earth here in impotent strife,<br> Backward and forward each throwing his shuttle,<br>Death ending all with a knife?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Over our heads truth and nature—<br> Still our life's zigzags and dodges,<br>Ins and outs, weaving a new legislature—<br> God's gold just shining its last where that lodges,<br>Palled beneath man's usurpature.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So we o'ershroud stars and roses,<br> Cherub and trophy and garland;<br>Nothings grow something which quietly closes<br> Heaven's earnest eye: not a glimpse of the far land<br>Gets through our comments and glozes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah but traditions, inventions,<br> (Say we and make up a visage)<br>So many men with such various intentions,<br> Down the past ages, must know more than this age!<br>Leave we the web its dimensions!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who thinks Hugues wrote for the deaf,<br> Proved a mere mountain in labour?<br>Better submit; try again; what's the clef?<br> 'Faith, 'tis no trifle for pipe and for tabor—<br>Four flats, the minor in F.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Friend, your fugue taxes the finger<br> Learning it once, who would lose it?<br>Yet all the while a misgiving will linger,<br> Truth's golden o'er us although we refuse it—<br>Nature, thro' cobwebs we string her.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hugues! I advise meā pœnā<br> (Counterpoint glares like a Gorgon)<br>Bid One, Two, Three, Four, Five, clear the arena!<br> Say the word, straight I unstop the full-organ,<br>Blare out the mode Palestrina.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While in the roof, if I'm right there,<br> ...Lo you, the wick in the socket!<br>Hallo, you sacristan, show us a light there!<br> Down it dips, gone like a rocket.<br>What, you want, do you, to come unawares,<br>Sweeping the church up for first morning-prayers,<br>And find a poor devil has ended his cares<br>At the foot of your rotten-runged rat-riddled stairs?<br> Do I carry the moon in my pocket?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Robert+Browning&d=Men+and+Women">Men and Women</a></em></div>