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THE VIOLIN-PLAYER
You who love music and comprehend
All the pomps and triumphs of sound,
Deign you to follow me, critical friend,
Into my span of enchanted ground?
All the pomps and triumphs of sound,
Deign you to follow me, critical friend,
Into my span of enchanted ground?
An infinite sky where the sun has set,
A chamber of shadow and after-glow,
Against the window en silhouette
A model for Fra Angelico,
A chamber of shadow and after-glow,
Against the window en silhouette
A model for Fra Angelico,
A slim girl-form, a delicate pose,
A downcast head, a glory of hair,—
Often I think that such were those
Who climbed the visioned Ladder of Prayer,
A downcast head, a glory of hair,—
Often I think that such were those
Who climbed the visioned Ladder of Prayer,
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A soft cheek pressed to a violin,
And two grave eyes that haply keep
Watch for the soul of the music in
The notes that follow the white arm's sweep,
And two grave eyes that haply keep
Watch for the soul of the music in
The notes that follow the white arm's sweep,
—Such is my vision! Oh, unto me
The child and her tune are the hunger of heart,
The vague sweet sorrow, the mystery,
Which are the beginning and end of Art.
The child and her tune are the hunger of heart,
The vague sweet sorrow, the mystery,
Which are the beginning and end of Art.
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