How A Little Girl Sang Poem by Vachel Lindsay

How A Little Girl Sang

Rating: 2.9


Ah, she was music in herself,
A symphony of joyousness.
She sang, she sang from finger tips,
From every tremble of her dress.
I saw sweet haunting harmony,
An ecstasy, an ecstasy,
In that strange curling of her lips,
That happy curling of her lips.
And quivering with melody
Those eyes I saw, that tossing head.

And so I saw what music was,
Tho' still accursed with ears of lead.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adeeb Alfateh 10 July 2019

In that strange curling of her lips, That happy curling of her lips. And quivering with melody Those eyes I saw, that tossing head. great write great 10+++++++++++++++++++++

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Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay

Springfield, Illinois
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