Ah, she was music in herself, <br />A symphony of joyousness. <br />She sang, she sang from finger tips, <br />From every tremble of her dress. <br />I saw sweet haunting harmony, <br />An ecstasy, an ecstasy, <br />In that strange curling of her lips, <br />That happy curling of her lips. <br />And quivering with melody <br />Those eyes I saw, that tossing head. <br /> <br />And so I saw what music was, <br />Tho' still accursed with ears of lead.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-a-little-girl-sang/
