Hungry for music with a desperate hunger br I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town; br The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking, br Vulgar and pitiful--my heart bowed down-- br Till I remembered duller hours made noble br By strangers clad in some suprising grace. br Wait, wait my soul, your music comes ere midnight br Appearing in some unexpected place br With quivering lips, and gleaming, moonlit face.