Show the harpers song this sweetness ewe etness trembling from the the troublous music in the lute hath timed herodias Herod las daughters foot setting a clink her ankle rings when as she danced to feasted kings whose gemmed apparel gleamed and caught the sunset neath the golden dome to the dark beauties of old rome my sorrowful lute hath haply brought sad memories sweet with tender thought when night had fallen and lights and alres were darkened in the homes of men some sighing echo stirred and then the old cunning wakened from the wires the old sorrows and the old desires dead kinga in long forgotten lands and all dead beauteous women some whose p ide imperial hath become old armor rusting in the sands and shards of iron to dusty hands have heard my lyre s soft rise and tall go trembling down the paven ways till every heart was all ablaze hasty each foot to obey the call to triumph or to funeral could I 1 begin again the slow sweet mournful music filled with tears surely the old dead dusty ears would hear the old drowsy eyes would glow old memories come old hopes and tears and time restore the long ago john in london speaker pine may not make fine birds but they make a fine showing n a milliners bill |