OUTSIDE the rain upon the street, <br />The sky all grim of hue, <br />Inside, the music-painful sweet, <br />And yet I heard but you <br />As is a thrilling violin, <br />So is your voice to me, <br />And still above the other strains, <br />It sang in ecstasy.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-musical/
