How a Little Girl Sang
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.
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"Ah, she was music in herself,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Vachel Lindsay delivers a powerful performance in "How a Little Girl Sang"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...