Wind On the Harp-Strings: Poems
Wind On the Harp-Strings: Poems
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Your hand was drooped in languid grace Across the velvet chair, And toyed with knots of foam-like lace. And smoothed the satin's crumpled face With gentle care.
And as your fingers idly moved, And laid a soft caress On folds with changing ripples grooved, You asked me if my taste approved Your Paris dress.
A jesting answer on my tongue, I turned towards the door Which showed the wall with roses hung. The brilliant crowd that swayed and swung, The polished floor.
In the first beams of coming day... The candle-flames were white ; Beyond the broad, bare windows lay The sky's expanse of pearly grey And silver light.
And through the casement at my side I saw the dusky street, In whose cold depths faint echoes died Of rich, voluptuous notes allied With dancing feet.
40 A PARIS DRESS.
The darkened mass of carriage roofs, The grating of a wheel, Some sleepy coachman's gruff reproofs, The stamping of impatient hoofs, The chink of steel, Made by their contrast deeper grow The silence and the gloom Of that un'ife-like world below, Which served in vivid lines to show Our radiant room.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Your hand was drooped in languid grace Across the velvet chair, And toyed with knots of foam-like lace. And smoothed the satin's crumpled face With gentle care.
And as your fingers idly moved, And laid a soft caress On folds with changing ripples grooved, You asked me if my taste approved Your Paris dress.
A jesting answer on my tongue, I turned towards the door Which showed the wall with roses hung. The brilliant crowd that swayed and swung, The polished floor.
In the first beams of coming day... The candle-flames were white ; Beyond the broad, bare windows lay The sky's expanse of pearly grey And silver light.
And through the casement at my side I saw the dusky street, In whose cold depths faint echoes died Of rich, voluptuous notes allied With dancing feet.
40 A PARIS DRESS.
The darkened mass of carriage roofs, The grating of a wheel, Some sleepy coachman's gruff reproofs, The stamping of impatient hoofs, The chink of steel, Made by their contrast deeper grow The silence and the gloom Of that un'ife-like world below, Which served in vivid lines to show Our radiant room.
What to read after Wind On the Harp-Strings: Poems?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Arthur Edward John Legge to read onlineMoreLess
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