Name, that makes my heart beat, br Heard by chance in the throng'd street, br How delighted I turn to greet br The vision adored, the vision rare, br That surely should be where thou art spoken! br Alas, alas! it is not there: br Only hurrying faces stare, br Hard faces, in cold surprise, br Amazed at the joy that out of my eyes br Shines expectant, and then dies br Disappointed, the sweet spell broken!br br Robert Laurence Binyonbr br