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60 “'Cello, good mate, You speak my mind as yours: Doomed to this voiceless, crippled, corpselike state, Who, dear to famed Amphion, trapped here, long endures?"

"Once I could thrill The populace through and through, Wake them to passioned pulsings past their will." . . . (A contra-basso spake so, and the rest sighed anew.)

And they felt old muscles travel Over their tense contours, And with long skill unravel Cunningest scores.

“The tender pat Of her aery finger-tips Upon me daily—I rejoiced thereat!" (Thuswise a harpsicord, as from dampered lips.)

“My keys' white shine, Now sallow, met a hand Even whiter. . . . Tones of hers fell forth with mine In sowings of sound so sweet no lover could withstand!"