(@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...ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE by WILLIAM COWPER THE DYING SWAN by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE YOUTH WITH RED-GOLD HAIR by EDITH SITWELL ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION by HORACE SMITH AMORETTI: 64 by EDMUND SPENSER GREAT BELL ROLAND; SUGGESTED BY PRESIDENT'S CALL VOLUNTEERS by THEODORE TILTON |