To A Lady Playing The Harp
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Thy tones are silver melted into sound, And as I dream I see no walls around, But seem to hear A gondolier Sing sweetly down some slow Venetian stream. Italian skies—that I have never seen— I see above. (Ah, play again, my queen; Thy fingers white Fly swift and light And weave for me the golden mesh of love.) |
Oh, thou dusk sorceress of the dusky eyes |
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