Soft went the music the soft air along,

While fluent Greek a vowel'd undersong

Kept up among the guests discoursing low

At first, for scarcely was the wine at flow;

But when the happy vintage touch'd their brains,

Louder they talk, and louder come the strains

Of powerful instruments - the gorgeous dyes,

The space, the splendour of the draperies,

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