Classic Poem

Music all delight expresses,
Lifts to utmost height of pleasure;
When the glad heart effervesces,
Makes the gay feet dance in measure.

When the pulse of love beats hotly,
And the moon of bliss is rising,
Music clad in silk or motley
Sings the joy there's no disguising.

When a victory stirs a nation,
And the towns are mad with glory,
Music voices exultation,
Song immortalizes story.

When a festival enraptures
With its histrionic splendor,
Then all spirits music captures
With her paeans wild or tender.