Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; / Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see / A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings / And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
Piano
By D. H. Lawrencewww.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173846
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