And measured out our spirit’s path, before our body’s birth!
Howe’er it be—the babe new-born, begins its life with tears,
And age that weeps o’er childhood gone, but mimics childhood’s years.
CANZONET.
CANZONET.
To the Music of Von Weber’s last Waltz.
1.
I’d die mid soft music,
And whispering the lay,