How dreary the world would be!
Were it void of song
A deafening silence
Shrill
To break the hearts of men
And bind the bard
And de-pen the poet
And detatch the lovers
At first morning's light
And loose the taut strings
Of the minstrel's mandolin
And silence all the laughter
Of the merry crowds
'Twould cause horror enough
To empty the taverns
Of their melancholy, make-merry fools
And silence should fall
Until the end
Of time