William Green

MUSIC, high maid, at first, essaying, drew

Rude sketches for the ear; till, with skilled hand

She traced the flowing outline, simply grand

In varied groups to grace and nature true;

And this was MELODY. Her knowledge grew,

And, more to finish, as her powers expand,

Those beauteous draughts, a noble scheme she planned,

And o’er the whole a glow of coloring threw,—

Evening’s rich painting on a pencilled sky,—

Tints that with sweet accord bewitch the sense;

’T was HARMONY. The common crowd that press

Around prefer the charms these hues dispense,

As they chance-mingled on the palette lie,

To her white forms of undecked loveliness.