‘Veniero.
‘And if one,
‘One voice, my girl—in its low musical depth
‘More dear and thrilling than the crowd’s applause,
‘Even as the far off murmur of the surge,
‘Heard at hushed eve, is sweeter than the homage
‘Of waves tumultuous dashing at our feet—
‘If one fond voice shall whisper in your ear
‘A deeper worship—Ha! methinks I’ve banished
‘Indifference now!