THE CHAPLET OF BRONZE.
"Oh, could I melt my spirit into song
And dying triumph!" The slow silvery notes
Rose from her lips as smoke rings from a censer.
Gay dames and gallants whispered, the young nobles
Stood with averted eyes, and the rude crowd
Aped their indifference. Holding with her looks
The scorn that coiled to spring, she sang, and drave
Melody to the utmost bounds of sound,
Marcia, the Florentine. The orchestra
Pealed forth its loudest, but triumphantly
As the white sea-bird skims the waves, her voice
Outrode the storm of music.
Suddenly,
And dying triumph!" The slow silvery notes
Rose from her lips as smoke rings from a censer.
Gay dames and gallants whispered, the young nobles
Stood with averted eyes, and the rude crowd
Aped their indifference. Holding with her looks
The scorn that coiled to spring, she sang, and drave
Melody to the utmost bounds of sound,
Marcia, the Florentine. The orchestra
Pealed forth its loudest, but triumphantly
As the white sea-bird skims the waves, her voice
Outrode the storm of music.
Suddenly,
