Sylvia's hair is like the night,
Touched with glancing starry beams;
Such a face as drifts thro' dreams,
This is Sylvia to the sight.
And the touch of Sylvia's hand
Is as light as milkweed down,
When the meads are golden brown
And the autumn fills the land
Silvia 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 thro' dreams,
This is Sylvia to the sight.
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