Jewels of Romance/The Enticement of Fame/To a Violiniste
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TO A VIOLINISTE
The lightest touch of your fingers
Makes wild fancies leap from within;
The ardor of passion lingers
From each tone of your violin.
Just as the leaves from maple trees
Are blown gently down in the Fall,
Just so glides each cadence with ease
From sorrow to joy at your call.
In my heart I envy each tone
That sings from the strands of your bow,
Because in your soul it has known
Those secrets my heart yearns to know.