Rosemary and Pansies/After a Concert
AFTER A CONCERT
'Tis o'er—and where has gone the melody That filled my soul with such supreme delight?Have golden chords like these fled utterly Into the still and unresponsive night?Will they no more my drooping thoughts upstay In days to come when dark despondence reigns?Will they no more illumine life's dull grey, No more bring solace for its many pains?
Content thyself: two golden hours is much To snatch from out the niggard hands of fate;Ask not for more lest it exact for such Of dull discouragement a double rate:Yet to you shall a melody be known From memory drawn: a dulcet undertone.