HE rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake, All intervolv’d and spreading wide, 5 Like water-dimples down a tide Where ripple ripple overcurls And eddy into eddy whirls; A press of hurried notes that run So fleet they scarce are more than one, 10 Yet changingly the trills repeat And linger ringing while they fleet,
People only know her for playing this one piece. Oh well. She plays it very nicely. :)
hfleung100 5 months ago
ambush9090 11 months ago
This is a lovely music video! I can't imagine why it doesn't have more views!
WoodrowClock 1 year ago