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Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote, / Mad with melody, rhythm-rife / From the very first to the final note. / Give me his "Artist's Life!"
It stirs my blood to my finger-ends, / Thrills me and fills me with vague unrest, / And all that is sweetest and saddest blends / Together within my breast.
It brings back that night in the dim arcade, / In love's sweet morning and life's best prime, / When the great brass orchestra played and played, / And set our thoughts to rhyme.
It brings back that Winter of mad delights, / Of leaping pulses and tripping feet, / And those languid moon-washed Summer nights / When we heard the band in the street.
It brings back rapture and glee and glow, / It brings back passion and pain and strife, / And so of all the waltzes I know, / Give me the "Artist's Life."
For it is so full of the dear old time- / So full of the dear old friends I knew. / And under its rhythm, and lilt, and rhyme, / I am always finding-_you_.