What words of mortal man

Can e'er express a throbbing flood

Of silvery joy, can e'er describe

The sadness of a minor chord

Of magic music softly played?

How wondrous music's singing power

That lifts us to a dream

Unspeakable and not to be defiled

With empty words after the magic hour

Has passed and only echoes

Faintly sigh, when sweetly singing notes

Drift o'er the memory, like fragrance

Of a crushed and half forgotten rose.