'I AM playing my oldest tunes,' declared she, 'All the old tunes I know, - Those I learnt ever so long ago.' - Why she should think just then she'd play them Silence cloaks like snow. When I returned from the town at nightfall Notes continued to pour As when I had left two hours before: 'It's the very last time,' she said in closing; 'From now I play no more.' A few morns onward found her fading, And, as her life outflew, I thought of her playing her tunes right through; And I felt she had known of what was coming, And wondered how she knew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM, THE MURDERER by THOMAS HOOD THE PRESENT CRISIS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE MASK OF ANARCHY; WRITTEN ON OCCASION OF MASSACRE AT MANCHESTER by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE FALL OF JERUSALEM by ALFRED TENNYSON GOOD-BYE MY FANCY! by WALT WHITMAN |