There Was A Sound Of Revelry By Night,
And Belgium's Capital Had Gathered Then
Her Beauty And Her Chivalry, And Bright
The Lamps Shone O'er Fair Women And Brave Men.
There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
George Noel Gordon, Lord Byron 1788-1824
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, canto III [1816], st. 21