Never did music sink into my soul br So ‘silver sweet,’ as when thy first weak wail br On my 'rapt ear in doubtful murmurs stole, br Thou child of love and promise!—What a tale br Of hopes and fears, of gladness and of gloom, br Hung on that slender filament of sound! br Life's guileless pleasures, and its griefs profound, br Seemed mingling in thy horoscope of doom.