On aching ears there flash on
Rhythms unwrought, delights unthought,
Echoes of ageless passion.
Oh, this divine rare lay of thine
Rings like a heavenly lyric,
Lulling each sense, wafting me hence,
Bidding the World’s Empiric
Fade on my ear awhile, to hear
Thy cadence full and spheric.
Thy splendid boon of glorious Tune