A Rose Of Perfect Red, Embossed With Silver Sheens Of Crystal Frost, Yet Warm, Nor Life Nor Fragrance Lost. High Passion Throbbing In A Sphere That Art Hath Wrought Of Diamond Clear, - A Great Heart Beating In A Tear. The Listening Soul Is Full Of Dreams That Shape The Wondrous-Varying Themes As Cries Of Men Or Plash Of Streams. Or Noise Of Summer Rain-Drops Round That Patter Daintily A-Ground With Hints Of Heaven In The Sound. Or Noble Wind-Tones Chanting Free Through Morning-Skies Across The Sea Wild Hymns To Some Strange Majesty. O, If One Trope, Clear-Cut And Keen, May Type The Art Of Song'S Best Queen, White-Hot Of Soul, White-Chaste Of Mien, On Music'S Heart Doth Nilsson Dwell As If A Swedish Snow-Flake Fell Into A Glowing Flower-Bell. New York, 1871.