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THE SYLVAN MUSICIAN, by            
First Line: High in his forest organ loft
Last Line: Sweet snatches of quaint woodland lore.
Subject(s): Musical Instruments; Organs (Musical Instruments); Spring


HIGH in his forest organ loft
The musing wind now gently wrests
From thousand pipes a music soft
And croons above the empty nests.

Anon he sings of bygone Spring,
When first a sweeter music thrilled
From silv'ry throats upon the wing
And all the fragrant arches filled.

Now wistfully he steals adown
A vagrant sunbeam's steep descent,
And rustles o'er the flagging brown
In quest of other instrument.

He tarries by yon underbrush—
A harp that sighs beneath his hand—
He scarcely breaks the solemn hush
Within that solemn forest land.

Now spies he deep beneath the trees
One lone sweet blossom lingering there:—
Soft fingering all its petal keys
He plays upon that keyboard fair.

And up and off he wanders on
In restless mood the forest o'er
And pensively he hums anon
Sweet snatches of quaint woodland lore.





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