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MY LADY OF THE VIOLIN by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER

First Line: MY LADY SITS IN IDLE POSE
Last Line: MY LADY, MY SWEET LADY.
Subject(s): VIOLINS; WOMEN;
My Lady sits in idle pose
With violin soft pressed
By hands of love;
Her face, a dream bespeaks, and glows
With softened light that doth attest
To source above,
And on that light, methinks the soul
That haunts each vibrant string
Doth sit enthroned,
And whispers harmony it stole
From tunes the angel choirs sing
With raptures toned;
My Lady, my sweet Lady.

Pray, sing me, mistress of my heart,
The music whispered thee
On streaming light,
I would in mystic rhythmic art
From Heaven's fount, thy genius see,
Oh, rich delight!
Mayhap the raptures of thy bow
Will flood my nascent soul
With love-born bliss,
And it, attuned with thine, shall know
The music of our Heavenly goal,
And twain shall kiss;
My Lady, my sweet Lady.



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