Monday, July 21, 2014

The Aeolian Harp Comments

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The land lies parched in sun,- to heaven the air is still,
Hushed now upon the harp the golden strings' lost thrill;
Aeolian harps our native singers are,- and numb
Must be their heart, their dying life blood cease to flow,
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Apollon Nikolayevich Maykov
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