Delightful music mingled with perfume.
Around luxurious tables, diners sat
Enjoying luscious viands, mellow wines.
And as I stood and gazed upon this scene,
I thought of toilers and I understood.
CONFIDENCES
I have to go to work to win my bread,
When oft upon my way the Muse of song,
Espying me from far approaches me
And takes me by the hand as tenderly