Your Beauty Lives In Mystic Melodies, And All The Light About You Breathes A Song. Your Voice Awakes The Dreaming Airs That Throng Within Our Music-Haunted Memories. The Sirens' Strain That Sank Within The Seas When Men Forgot To Listen, Floats Along Your Voice'S Undercurrent Soft And Strong. Sicilian Shepherds Pipe Beneath The Trees; Along The Purple Hills Of Drifted Sand, A Lone Egyptian Plays An Ancient Flute; At Dawn The Memnon Gives His Old Salute Beside The Nile, By Desert Breezes Fanned. The Music Faints About You As You Stand, And With The Orphean Lay It Trembles Mute.