WELL, O 'Cello, love I all thy mellow
Deeps of golden sound!
Tell, O 'Cello, tell me where thy fellow
May on earth be found?
Or, if such be past our finding here.
In what sphere
That brooks no galling bound.
Far beyond the light wherein thou dwellest.
What immortal, what celestial 'Cellist
Wields the bow that bids the world go round?