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{ Trumball Stickney: This is the Violin. }

This is the Violin
by Trumball Stickney

This is the violin. If you remember -
One afternoon late, in the early days,
One of those inconsolable December
     Twilights of city haze,

You came to teach me how the hardened fingers
Must drop and nail the music down, and how
The sound then drags and nettled cries, then lingers
     After the dying bow. -

For so all that could never be is given
And flutters off these piteously thin
Strings, till the night of a midsummer heaven
     Quivers... a violin.

I struggled, and alongside of a duty,
A nagging everyday-long commonplace!
I loved this hopeless exercise of beauty
     Like an allotted grace, -

The changing scales and broken chords, the trying
From sombre notes below to catch the mark,
I have it all thro’ my heart, I tell you, crying
     Childishly in the dark.