An English Madonna By James Hinton [i.e. George Barlow] |
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LXXXIII.
TO NELLIE PLAYING.
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LXXXIII. TO NELLIE PLAYING.
If the great poet dead who sang “Constantia singing”
Could hear the mellow notes beneath thy white hand ringing,
What sweet thing would he say!
Alas! he is not here. And I must try, and trying,
Feel that my words have failed to give the witchery sighing
Along the keys as thou dost softly play!
Could hear the mellow notes beneath thy white hand ringing,
What sweet thing would he say!
Alas! he is not here. And I must try, and trying,
Feel that my words have failed to give the witchery sighing
Along the keys as thou dost softly play!
Thou art the music, love, and if the poet-dreamer,
Shelley, were here to-day, a lovelier and supremer
Song he would sing for thee
Than even for the voice of fair Constantia singing,—
That, as her voice through his is still to-day soft-ringing,
So might thy music soothe eternity.
Shelley, were here to-day, a lovelier and supremer
Song he would sing for thee
Than even for the voice of fair Constantia singing,—
That, as her voice through his is still to-day soft-ringing,
So might thy music soothe eternity.
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