Songs and Lyrics By Joseph Skipsey. Collected and Revised |
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10. THE SYREN.
Her harp she takes, from string to string,
Her little snowy fingers, glancing,
Into Night's ear a wild spell fling,
And all the while my heart is dancing.
Her little snowy fingers, glancing,
Into Night's ear a wild spell fling,
And all the while my heart is dancing.
Why thus, fond heart, thus dancest thou?
“A dream of old in memory lingers,
At thought of which I dance to know
That mine are not the strings she fingers!”
“A dream of old in memory lingers,
At thought of which I dance to know
That mine are not the strings she fingers!”
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