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Wreath of laurel and crown of bay / And the noisy trump of Fame, / Praise for the singer's deathless lay, / And a listening world's acclaim.
But the singer sits with his grief alone / Where love lies cold and dead. / The plaudits fall on a heart of stone; / The Soul of the song has fled.