'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 GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE HINT O' HAIRST by HEW AINSLIE THE EWE-BUCHTIN'S BONNIE by GRISELL BAILLIE ON THE LIGHTHOUSE AT ANTIBES by MATHILDE BLIND SONG OF THE STARS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |