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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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HER VIOLIN
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Her violin!—Again beginThe dream-notes of her violin;
And tall and fair, with gold-brown hair,
I seem to see her standing there,
Soft-eyed and sweetly slender:
The room again, with strain on strain,
Vibrates to Love's melodious pain,
As, sloping slow, is poised her bow,
While round her form the golden glow
Of sunset spills its splendor.
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Her violin!—Now deep, now thin,Again I hear her violin;
And, dream by dream, again I seem
To see the love-light's tender gleam
Beneath her eyes' long lashes:
While to my heart she seems a part
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And, as she plays, the rosy grays
Of twilight halo hair and face,
While sunset burns to ashes.
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O violin!—Cease, cease withinMy soul, O haunting violin!
In vain, in vain, you bring again,
Back from the past, the blissful pain
Of all the love then spoken;
When on my breast, at happy rest,
A sunny while her head was pressed—
Peace, peace to these wild memories!
For, like my heart naught remedies,
Her violin lies broken.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |