here did you learn that music ? — for it drew
My dreaming back down autumn paths of years,
Touched chords long silent, and forgotten tears.
Recalled dim valleys where dead violets grew,
Soothed me with twilight, as it were it knew
The very secret of my heart, and sighed
For sympathy, and when at last it died
It seemed as if my soul were singing too.
Where did you learn that music, to allure
Thoughts long in silence and submission pent?
Oh such was Blondel's at the dungeon doors,
So rang the song of captive troubadour,
Echoed along the moonlit battlement
On far-off legend-haunted shores.
here did you learn that music ? — for it drew 
