D. H. Lawrence, New Poems (Oct. 1918; London: Martin Secker, August 1919): 29. PR 6023 A93N4 Robarts Library
2Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
3A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
4And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
5In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
6Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
7To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
8And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
9So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
11Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
12Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
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