Perhaps there was in Beethoven the man, a child inside that never grew up and to the end of his life remained a creature of grace and innocence and trust even in his moments of greatest despair. And that innocent spirit speaks to us of hope and future and immortality.
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
~ excerpts from "Dirge Without Music" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
O sovereign angel, Wide-winged stranger above a forgetful earth, Care for me, care for me, Keep me unaware of danger And not regretful And not forgetful of my innocent birth.
