Scan 22

Songs of my violin, 1901

29 lines. Read by computer on 3 September 2026. No printed page number was found. See the scan on archive.org.

1PRELUDE.

3VI.

5As when the eye forsakes an incurved beach

6To glance adown a sparkling, golden reach

7Of distant dunes that far to sea unroll,

8So doth it follow the slim neck to where,

9Like four straight sunbeams that have lost their glare,

10The strings are focused in the swan-like scroll.

12VII.

14But these are beauties of the outward shrine;

15Within there dwells a beauty more divine—

16The almost human voice enchanted there

17Like some fair captive in a fairyland,

18Awaiting the fine soul and cunning hand

19That wakes the sleeper with a wand of hair.

21VIII.

23For, as the sea-shells found along the shore

24Retain the echoes of the ocean's roar

25And murmur with the music of the spheres—

26So are old violins inlaid with song

27Distilled of memories that throb and throng

28Athwart their dream-life of a thousand years.

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