To A Lady Playing The Harp

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To A Lady Playing The Harp
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
In the 1913 collection of his work, The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar

        TO A LADY PLAYING THE HARP

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.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.