And they swung it in the shade,
Sheltered from the noon-tide hour,
While the balmy air that crept
Murmuring thro’ the waving trees,
Rocked me gently till I slept
In the music of the breeze.
“Then, a hollow shell they brought,
Strung across with golden wires,
Every chord with passion fraught,
Thrills with joy, with hope inspires.