(@3Playing on Sixth Avenue@1) HERE'S to you, brave Hurdy-gurdy, Grinding out your happy tune While the traffic round you rumbles, In the city's Summer noon. No one hears you! Yet the rapture That you feel, despite our faults, As you gaily give the measure Of the latest merry waltz! Trams are rolling all about you -- How the Elevated roars! And above their noise and tumult Your thin twanging vainly soars. Good for you, poor Hurdy-gurdy! Play, unheard, your little part; Would that I could sing as you do, With but half as brave a heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POPPY-LAND EXPRESS by EDGAR WADE ABBOT CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE AEOLIAN HARP (1) by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE CLOUDED SOUL by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA CHARLES LAMB by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY THE SECOND BROTHER; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |