@3(Allegretto)@1 Sweet melody with rippling hair And mantle curving on the air, In faultless mazes winds around Through all the free extent of sound. @3(Andante Maestoso)@1 Now calm, majestic is her tread, With stately pose and lofty head; A star upon her forehead burns, As goddess-like she moves and turns. @3(Vivace non troppo)@1 Then quick with supple waist she trips Adown the lawn with hands on hips, And swaying head and laughing eye, — A simple witch-maid dancing by. @3(Adagio)@1 Now slow and sad her measured pace, With drooping head and tearful face. Her sable garments sweep the sands, Bereaved, a mourning queen she stands. @3(Allegro Vivacissimo)@1 Then whirling in ecstatic rings, Her tangled tresses free she flings, And beats, 'mid filmy gauze's sheen, Her ribbon-streaming tamborine. |