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As when in dreams we sometimes hear / A melody so faint and fine / And musically sweet and clear, / It flavors all the atmosphere / With harmony divine,- / So, often in my waking dreams, / I hear a melody that seems / Like fairy voices whispering / To me the song I never sing.
Sometimes when brooding o'er the years / My lavish youth has thrown away- / When all the glowing past appears / But as a mirage that my tears / Have crumbled to decay,- / I thrill to find the ache and pain / Of my remorse is stilled again, / As, forward bent and listening, / I hear the song I never sing.