I heard the muffled numbers of distant harpsichord!
I heard a plaintive ballad, to measured cadence set,
Of long ago, that sounded for lordly minuet!
In wierdly notes it fluttered and lingered on the wing,
With wailing for the duel! the sigh! and broken string!
But once when I was taking a smoking circumflex,
Around the Burton Crescent, and just at its apex,
I heard a voice behind me, that put me on some toast,