Give me the keys. I feel for the common chord again,

Sliding by semi-tones till I sink to a minor,–yes,

And I blunt it into a ninth, and I stand on alien ground,

Surveying a while the heights I rolled from into the deep;

Which, hark, I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found,

The C Major of this life: so, now I will try to sleep.

Robert Browning, “Abt Vogler”

Give me the keys. I feel for the common chord again,

Sliding by semi-tones till I sink to a minor,–yes,

And I blunt it into a ninth, and I stand on alien ground,

Surveying a while the heights I rolled from into the deep;

Which, hark, I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found,

The C Major of this life: so, now I will try to sleep.

Robert Browning, “Abt Vogler”