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The lady’s voice ceased, and the thrilling wires

Died from the touch that kindled them to sound;

And the pause followed, which when song expires

Pervades a moment those who listen round;

And then of course the circle much admires,

Nor less applauds, as in politeness bound,

The tones, the feeling, and the execution,

To the performer’s diffident confusion.