Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem A Minuet of Mozart's of poet Sara Teasdale

A Minuet of Mozart's

Across the dimly lighted room 
The violin drew wefts of sound, 
Airily they wove and wound 
And glimmered gold against the gloom.

I watched the music turn to light, 
But at the pausing of the bow, 
The web was broken and the glow 
Was drowned within the wave of night.