The music I heard once Was louder Than it is now I can no longer distinguish Pained cries From shouts of joy Perhaps my ears are deaf Or the interference too great Still the order I remember Has given way to discord And while running wild was exciting It was so Only for a moment Fleeting as a note Leaving an even more transparent impression The music I recall Was different than it is now For the new makes the old seem Older than it is To think from that We grew into a new age Suggests that Ages past Were not enough for adventuring souls For stars too bright to be concealed In a dark But beauteous night We will paste upon the curled pages Words Like charming And romantic And sentimental Forgetting that charming is witchcraft Romantic is love And sentiment is what makes us Human