To A Lady Playing The Harp
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| To A Lady Playing The Harp by |
| 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.
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This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. |
