And in my heart new chords awoke,
Chords that vibrate like the bell
That tolled one day a funeral knell.
I would not have them otherwise;
I claim my caged bird’s song more sweet
Because ’tis sad, than one which tries
The echo merrier to repeat.
How quickly I would turn aside,
And soon forget a boist’rous tide,
To hear the brooklet, sad and low,