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The Violinist – Margaret Steele Anderson (A Poem)

But that one air for all that throng! And yet
How wondrously the magic strain went through
Those thousand hearts! I saw young eyes, that knew
Only the fairest sights, grow dim and wet,
While eyes long fed on visions of regret
Beheld life’s rose, upspringing from its rue;
For some, the night-wind in thy music blew,
For some, the spring’s celestial clarinet!

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