YOUR name to know I cared not Until I heard you speak, And when I knew I dared not Save in silence say it over, Musing like a lover On a sweet Mozartian air. 'Twas when I heard you speaking, Yes, then, I knew I cared; Your voice the silence breaking Like a sweet Mozartian air Woke echoes everywhere, Quickened music on my tongue. Like a Mozartian sweetness, Gay and melancholy, Subtle, yet deceitless. That other music's voice I heard not, Other echoes stirred not, All was echo of your note. Not to me you spoke then, 'Twas I that overheard. But O the sweetness woke then! As when a loved Mozartian air Falling on midnight's care Bids youth and childhood back again. |