Scan 23

Songs of my violin, 1901

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

1IX.

3The breast, perchance, was once a pine that stood

4The tall, slim prelate of some solemn wood,

5Upon the sun-slope of a Swiss ravine

6Where rushed the torrent of a mountain stream,

7Winding as thoughts wind through a troubled dream

8Adown to valleys where they wake serene.

10X.

12In Winter-time, amid purpureal snows,

13It caught the glamour of the after-glows

14That give the Alps the lustre of the Grail;

15And there it breathed supernal solitude

16Intense with silences, supine and nude,

17Akin to music in the Doric scale.

19XI.

21In Summer-time it shadowed a deep pool

22In which uncurrent waters, brown and cool,

23Were hallowed in a font-like group of stones.

24A spot where, tired of an uncouth jest,

25A laughing satyr may have paused to rest

26Or pipe upon his reed Pandean tones.

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