Music in the Garden (Verse)
Brunini, John Gilland
May 8, 1929 THE COMMONWEAL 15 Music in the Garden Grey was her hair, but the timbre of voice unbroken Was sweet as the tones of her girlhood. Softly her fingers played over the keys of...
...Softly her fingers played over the keys of ivory, Touched them and drew the melodies, Memories of younger, not happier, days recalling...
...Tasseled and shaded shone the lamp, soft as the colors Tinting the shells of the seashore, and candles Sheltered in glass, etched and figured, burned on the mantel...
...There in the garden Where nightly the jasmine its petals uncloses, Where pale in the moonlight were blossoms Red and of yellow and blue, magenta and purple, Sisters in shadows and scents, to dream and to linger Soothed by the songs that the years made the dearer Was pleasure un fathomed, unmeasured...
...John Gilland Brunini...
...Framed by the lacy draping of curtains, the window unshuttered Welcomed the winds of the west gently to carry True on their tides of the perfume stolen from flowers, Notes that were sweetest of sounds to me...
Vol. 10 • May 1929 • No. 1
