Scan 24

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.

3XII.

5Or where, at midnight when the full-moon made

6A silver gloaming in the dusky glade,

7The mountain fays would dance beneath the tree,

8While singing songs and making tiny vows

9To soft susurrus of the rustling boughs,

10Faint as the nocturne of a distant sea.

12XIII.

14Then came a time when peasants of the Rhone

15With sturdy axe-stroke laid the pine tree prone,

16Driving it streamwise to the vale below;

17Then peeled the bark—closed eyelid of its dream—

18And shaped the log into a massive beam,

19And brought it close in touch with human woe.

21XIV.

23For soon, athwart some peasant's lowly roof,

24It saw the weaving of life's warp and woof

25From cradle lisplings to the lapse of death.

26It heard the sigh of want, the moan of pain;

27A mother's weeping for a soldier slain,

28A mother's blessing for a childling's breath.

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