By polished copper vessels which her skill
Kept brightly burnished. It was very still.
An air from `Orfeo hummed in her head.
Herr Altgelt had been practising before
The nights performance. Charlotta had plead
With him to stay with her. Even at the door
Shed begged him not to go. I do implore
You for this evening, Theodore, she had said.
Leave them to-night, and stay with me instead.
A silly poppet! Theodore pinched her
ear.
Youd like to have our good Elector turn
Me out I think. But, Theodore, something queer
Ails me. Oh, do but notice how they burn,
My cheeks! The thunder worried me. Youre
stern,
And cold, and only love your work, I know.
But Theodore, for this evening, do not go.
But he had gone, hurriedly at the end,
For she had kept him talking. Now she sat
Alone again, always alone, the trend
Of all her thinking brought her back to that
She wished to banish. What would life be? What?
For she was young, and loved, while he was moved
Only by music. Each day that was proved.
Each day he rose and practised. While
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