Till we beheld the palaces afar,
Where Music holds her court.
Entered, and beckoned up the aisles of sound,
Where starry Melodies are marshaled round,
We’d kneel before her throne with eager dread,
And when she kissed us, melt in trances deep,
While angels bore us to her bridal bed,
And sung our souls asleep!
Oh, Queen of Song! as peerless as thou art,
As worthy as thou art to wear thy crown,