Through all those days how heeded I each sound,
That broke the stillness in that room of his!
Would hold my breath between the notes to feel
His own suspense before the impending strain
When fell, anon, the spirit’s overflow.
I never so had trembled at the peals
Of thunder as beneath the chords he struck;
Nor felt my cheek so moist by rains as there
By tears that flow’d as flow’d his melodies;
While all the air about appear’d surcharged