Perhaps it is a humble thing to weave The golden background for a perfect song To be forgotten while a voice sings on Its lovely message: yet I do believe That though such service may seem commonplace, It wears the lovely attributes of grace. I lost the message of that last quaint song, Watching your slender fingers as they flew Across the keys before my eager view While the rich, tender tones ran softly on. With such sweet humbleness you did your best To make a perfect background for the rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUGUE FOR A DROWNED GIRL by JAMES GALVIN REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LAMP OF LIFE by AMY LOWELL THE DOLL BELIEVERS by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |