An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/Song (Sova)
SONG
My hands embraced the violin
When years had passed, at home again.
In tones so void of skill, and thin
Quavered the hesitating strain,
Quavered the hesitating strain,
My tuneful art has taken wings,
Alas, 'tis vain! I know but this—
My tuneful art has taken wings.
And with desire and longing thrilled,
The tender violin to hear,
That oft by weeping strains was filled
In evenings when the moon shone clear,—
In evenings when the moon shone clear!—
I pressed more firmly on the strings;
Alas, 'tis vain! the string was rent—
My tuneful art has taken wings!
And she who once so gladly heard,
When wistfully I spoke and mused,
By no emotion was she stirred,
Her eager face no glow suffused,
Her eager face no glow suffused,
The fleeting time, what grief it brings,
I have grown old, and long ago
My skill in love has taken wings!
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929. The longest-living author of this work died in 1970, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 53 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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