MUSIC IN A CROWD.
WHEN I hear music, whether waltz or psalm,
Among a crowd, I find myself alone;
It does not touch me with a soothing balm,
But brings an echo like a moan
Among a crowd, I find myself alone;
It does not touch me with a soothing balm,
But brings an echo like a moan
From some far country where a palace rose,
In which I reigned with Cleopatra's pride:
"Come, Charmian! bring the asp for my repose."
And queenly, men shall say, she died.
In which I reigned with Cleopatra's pride:
"Come, Charmian! bring the asp for my repose."
And queenly, men shall say, she died.
There lived and ruled a happy, noble race,
Primeval souls who held imperial power—
My kindred, gone forever from their place,
And I am here without a dower!
Primeval souls who held imperial power—
My kindred, gone forever from their place,
And I am here without a dower!
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