Transformation (verse)
Olsen, Charles Oluf
Transformation He was so young, so ardent, and his bow So swift and sure. He made his violin sing Immaculate strains. Exquisite music poured Like floods of sunlight from an angel's...
...Charles Oluf Olsen...
...But though his skill and fervor were sublime, He had no power to trouble or enthrall...
...One day a fickle woman took his heart And pledged it for the banter of her days...
...Now, though as grim and cold as stone himself, His music moves the spirit when he plays...
...Whoever came to listen, praised and left With only flawless beauty to recall...
...Exquisite music poured Like floods of sunlight from an angel's wing...
Vol. 12 • June 1930 • No. 6
