Outside the rain upon the street,
The sky all grim of hue,
Inside, the music-painful sweet,
And yet I heard but you.
As is a thrilling violin,
So is your voice to me,
And still above the other strains,
It sang in ecstasy.
This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.