Ah, She Was Music In Herself, A Symphony Of Joyousness. She Sang, She Sang From Finger Tips, From Every Tremble Of Her Dress. I Saw Sweet Haunting Harmony, An Ecstasy, An Ecstasy, In That Strange Curling Of Her Lips, That Happy Curling Of Her Lips. And Quivering With Melody Those Eyes I Saw, That Tossing Head. And So I Saw What Music Was, Tho' Still Accursed With Ears Of Lead.