(With apologies to Keats)
Oft I have heard voices in sung upraised,
Oft have I felt sweet music’s power to thrill,
Oft have I sat silent, immobile, still,
Oft have I drunk from harmony till dazed
And in a dream I seem to be, then seized
Am I with hungry yearning for my fill!
Never reluctantly against my will
I listen, but as one pleased and amazed.
But never, never till one time I heard
A great cantata named the “The Last Judgment”,
That masterpiece of the composer Spohr,
Of choicest and of melodies preferred
So constituted, and chords finely blent,
Wished I to hear no other music more!