Sylvia

Sylvia's hair is like the night

Touched with glancing starry beams

Such a face as drifts through dreams

This is Sylvia to the sight.

And the touch of Sylvia's hand

Is as light as milkweed down

When the leaves are golden brown

And the autumn fills the landSylvia just the echoing

Of her voice brings back to me

From the depths of memory

All the loveliness of spring.

Sylvia. Sylvia.

Such a face as drifts through dreams

This is Sylvia -- oh the sight.

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