"
for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
And
"Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife,
Throughout the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name." - Thomas Osbert Mordaunt, 1730-1808.
The original poem is interpreted to mean that one hour of love is worth an age with nothing. The word crowded doesn't refer to being crowded with people, but rather depicts a scene with the two lovers in an intimate, close space; crowded with two people.