A Minuet of Mozart's

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale portrait

1884 to 1933

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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.

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