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Helen of Troy and Other Poems/A Minuet of Mozart's

 

A MINUET OF MOZART'S

ACROSS the dimly lighted room
The violin drew wefts of sound,
Airily they wove and wound
And glimmered gold against the gloom.


I watched the music turn to light,
But at the pausing of the bow,
The web was broken and the glow
Was drowned within the wave of night.