Each year grown sweeter, rose in glorious song,
Interpreting to all our hearts and ears
Ecstasy, passion, pain, the yearning strong
Of baffled love, the patience stronger yet,
The pang of hope, the sweetness of regret?
How should that perish which seemed born of heaven
And framed to breathe the meaning of the skies?
Can music render back such gift once given;
Or bear to know some subtlest harmonies
Must evermore go half expressed, perceived,