Music is of all ages. It’s true, music did change since the moment Lord Byron wrote down his poem Stanzas for music, during the Romantic Era. Stanzas for music doesn’t seem to handle music, find out why.
The poem describes the love for Byron for nature. During the Romantic Era, writers, poets and other artists used nature as a form of inspiration. It was their answer to the crowded streets of many major cities at that time.
In this poem, Byron compares the ocean to a woman. This ocean manages to captivate him and he can only adore both of them. The beauty and grace of this ocean are phenomenal, according to this poet. He takes it a step further: the ocean is the infant while sleeping: innocent and free of sin and guilt.
So, what about the title? If this poem describes a woman he loves, why did he use this title? Is this perhaps a metaphor for that woman? Was she a musician or was she able to make music? Or was it just another comparison? Did he not only compare her with the ocean but also with music? Or was it the other way around? The poem could be a response to music that sends down emotions so strong, that it could be the same as love. Indeed, music has this impact on people.
If you are willing to take it a step beyond love or music, there is always the option to go for beauty in general. The concept of beauty is perfectly described in this poem, using just the right metaphors. Metaphors that may puzzle you, just as beauty can.
When you aren’t satisfied with all of this, there is always the option to go for the more physical approach when it comes to this poem. The work of Byron was greatly inspired by the physical activities we consider to be sexual. Water is, in fact, a metaphor that is used a lot – even at the time Byron lived – when it comes to the female. The waves are those moments of intense loving, followed by what he considered as “pausing.”
This poem is also known as For music.
Stanzas for music
Stanzas For Music by Lord Byron
There be none of Beauty’s daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean’s pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lulled winds seem dreaming;
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o’er the deep,
Whose breast is gently heaving
As an infant’s asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee,
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer’s ocean.
— Lord Byron