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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
 
1581. Music of Hungary
 
By Anne Reeve Aldrich
 
 
MY body answers you, my blood
Leaps at your maddening, piercing call
The fierce notes startle, and the veil
Of this dull present seems to fall.
  My soul responds to that long cry;        5
  It wants its country, Hungary!
 
Not mine by birth. Yet have I not
Some strain of that old Magyar race?
Else why the secret stir of sense
At sight of swarthy Tzigane face,        10
  That warns me: “Lo, thy kinsmen nigh.”
  All ’s dear that tastes of Hungary.
 
Once more, O let me hear once more
The passion and barbaric rage!
Let me forget my exile here        15
In this mild land, in this mild age;
  Once more that unrestrained wild cry
  That takes me to my Hungary!
 
They listen with approving smile,
But I, O God, I want my home!        20
I want the Tzigane tongue, the dance,
The nights in tents, the days to roam.
  O music, O fierce life and free,
  God made my soul for Hungary!
 

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