Scan 43

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.

3So at dark he shot down through the night,

4Like a star when it drops out of sight

5With a sudden, impetuous leap,

6And nor slackened nor swerved in his flying

7Till he came where the Spring-Maid was lying

8In canopied greenness asleep.

10X.

12But her face, as he paused to admire,

13Irresistibly softened his ire,

14And he kissed it to keep her from harm;

15Then to thoughts of his vengeance returning,

16Set the woodlands around her a-burning

17With fires ignited by charm.

19XI.

21And he watched with a jealous delight

22As the trees grew rubescent and bright

23And with colors dædalian gleamed,

24Till the forests, streaked scarlet and golden,

25Lay inwoven like tapestries olden

26That Autumn had suddenly dreamed.

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