Pleading and beautiful—for unto thee
Music is life—such life as I would be;
A Statue, wrought in marble, without stain,
Where one immortal truth embodied lives
Instinct with grace and loveliness; a Fane,
A fair Ionic temple, growing up,
Light as a lily into the blue air,
To the glad melody of a tuneful thought
In its creator’s spirit, where thy gaze
Might never weary—dedicate to thee,