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

Scan 41

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.
3Once at daybreak the Fire-god arose,
4And his eyes, glancing down on the snows
5Of the earth as it lay still in dreams,
6Traced a dimly discernible vision
7In the pale opalesque indecision
8Of Morning's first tremulous gleams.
10IV.
12'T was the Maid of the Spring who awoke,
13And, undraping her snow-ermined cloak,
14Trembled forth in a garment of green;
15While, at sight of her beauty enslaving,
16He who watched felt the pulse-quickened craving
17Of love that was sudden and keen.
19V.
21Through the clouds that the winds left ajar
22Oft he followed her then from afar
23As she threaded the woodlands and glades,
24Till he marked how a Sunbeam came shining
25Where she strolled with her garlands entwining
26The aisles of the tree-colonnades.

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