Its sweetest life had faded tranquilly.
She mingled with the world—its gay saloons
Gave back the echo of her joyous laugh;
Her ruby lip, wreathed with its winning smile,
Gently replied to gentler flatteries,
And when her soul flowed forth upon the waves
Of feeling in the charméd voice of song,
You would have deemed that gushing melody
The music of a purest, happiest heart,
So bird-like was its very joyousness.