Ix

Then she knelt on the mantle of satin, And plunged a long look in his eyes: She knelt on the mantle of scarlet, And kissed him on mouth and on eyes, And mingled her soul with his sighs. And then in a moment she knew it,-- He deemed her a part of his dream; And she smiled and she said, "I am Music! And thy soul--'twas my spirit that drew it, Thy soul, with a mystical gleam, A brightness, a glimmer, a gleam."