Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini, Op.43: Variation 15

Floating, turning, they change place,
Far off, no longer face to face:
In extended linking circles,
Appropriate to the festival,
The countless company's weaving.
But Galatea's throne of shell,
I see it clearly: see it still.
It gleams like a star,
Through the throng,
A crowd, the Beloved shines among!
Though just as far,
It shimmers bright and clear,
Always true, and near.



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Writer(s): Serge Rachmaninoff, Central Leisure
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