Bow & Bridge Violin and bow makers, as the old books printed them

Scan 33

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.

1III.
3Reclining on the bosom of the stream
4A lotus lay adream;
5Its petals, folded 'neath the sun's hot glare,
6Were tinted with the blue of those long lakes
7That colored evening makes
8In fairylands of cloud and stirless air.
10IV.
12All through the languid, Oriental day
13In drowsy sleep she lay,
14By frolic-plashing ripples gently rocked,
15Until the slantwise-falling sunset glints
16Made twilight mezzotints
17Along the night-path where the shadows flocked.
19V.
21But as the moon's first beam of silver pressed
22Its light upon her breast,—
23Love's waking kiss sent earthward through the mist,—
24The flower woke, as once the princess maid
25On whom the fairy laid
26The spell of magic sleep to be unkissed.

The computer misreads some letters and numbers. Where a name matters to you, read the scan.