Hungry for music with a desperate hunger <br />I prowled abroad, I threaded through the town; <br />The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking, <br />Vulgar and pitiful-my heart bowed down- <br />Till I remembered duller hours made noble <br />By strangers clad in some suprising grace. <br />Wait, wait my soul, your music comes ere midnight <br />Appearing in some unexpected place <br />With quivering lips, and gleaming, moonlit face.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-for-a-musician-2/
