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