THE CHILD MOZART AND ST. JOHN OF BOHEMIA.
The two stood in a faëry place
On some Bohemian hill.
The boy seemed not of our own race,
He was so slight and still;
On some Bohemian hill.
The boy seemed not of our own race,
He was so slight and still;
A lovely alien, who had strayed
When some strange star went by,
Out of its shining ways, and stayed
On earth, he knew not why.
When some strange star went by,
Out of its shining ways, and stayed
On earth, he knew not why.
Bare-headed, on that lonesome height,
Where yet the dew was cold,
He took, as by some gracious right,
The sun's salute of gold;
Where yet the dew was cold,
He took, as by some gracious right,
The sun's salute of gold;
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