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A Minuet Of Mozart's
(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

A Minuet Of Mozart's

Poem By Sara Teasdale

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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This poem is not my favorite by Sara Teasdale but is one of my top ten. My favorite so far is A Ballad of Two Knights.