And old Scotch songs, When the Kye Come Hame,
And The Moon Had Climbed the Highest Hill,
The Musetta Waltz and Rudolph’s Narrative;
Your great brow seemed Beethoven’s
And the lust of life in your face Cellini’s,
And your riotous fancy like Dumas.
I was nearer you now than ever before
And finding each other thus I see to-day
How the human soul seeks the human soul
And finds the one it seeks at last.