Scan 51

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.

3A little lake, lost in an idle dream,

4Lay sleeping in the iridescent gleam

5That is the rainbow 'twixt the day and night;

6And on its bosom, tinged with sunset-pink,

7The tiny ripples seemed to rise and sink

8As with the quiv'ring of intense delight.

10IV.

12Upon the coraled surface of the lake,

13Scarce ruffled by a fan-like spreading wake,

14There slowly moved, with lulled and languid grace,

15A swan whose down was whiter than the snow

16That on some peak, 'neath noonday's golden glow,

17Lies basking, sun-kissed, in supernal space.

19V.

21The eyes alone seemed strange, prophetic-dim;

22And presently the swan forebore to swim,

23And drifted—as a cloud drifts through the sky.

24Then suddenly from that long throat there came

25A song without a key, without a name;

26A long-drawn, ravishing, melodious sigh.

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