Music plays in shore’s setting light,
On a harp played by hands as light as air.
The sound is like summers breeze on golden leaves,
A hundred melodies,
each as smooth as sunsets light on a silent lake,
Played by a young delicate sight,
with hair as black as stormy night,
And intelligent eyes like moonlight’s falling.
It moves me to write,
Her, this quiet might.
She joins nature and humanity,
Together in musical matrimony,