SEE Antonina playing her guitar, With taper fingers straying o'er the strings Which breathe soft-sounding chords, that, trembling far Into the night, are borne on airy wings. But Antonina's music is more rare; For with her eyes -- the fingers of her soul -- She plays upon men's heart-strings: friend, beware! For snapping of one string she naught does care; Nay, were they all to break, she'd toss her hair And seek for more to make her music whole. |