Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO A LADY PLAYING THE HARP, by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR


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TO A LADY PLAYING THE HARP, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Thy tones are silver melted into sound
Last Line: Till perfect love, the love of loving crowns.
Subject(s): Harps; Musical Instruments; Lyres


THY tones are silver melted into sound,
And as I dream
I see no walls around,
But seem to hear
A gondolier
Sing sweetly down some slow Venetian stream.

Italian skies -- that I have never seen --
I see above.
(Ah, play again, my queen;
Thy fingers white
Fly swift and light
And weave for me the golden mesh of love.)

Oh, thou dusk sorceress of the dusky eyes
And soft dark hair,
'T is thou that mak'st my skies
So swift to change
To far and strange;
But far and strange, thou still dost make them fair.

Now thou dost sing, and I am lost in thee
As one who drowns
In floods of melody.
Still in thy art
Give me this part,
Till perfect love, the love of loving crowns.





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