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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472588" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Opening of the Piano</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen<br> With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward to the green,<br> At the side toward the sunset, with the window on its right,<br> Stood the London-made piano I am dreaming of to-night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah me! how I remember the evening when it came!<br> What a cry of eager voices, what a group of cheeks in flame,<br> When the wondrous box was opened that had come from over seas, <br> With its smell of mastic-varnish and its flash of ivory keys!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then the children all grew fretful in the restlessness of joy,<br> For the boy would push his sister, and the sister crowd the boy,<br> Till the father asked for quiet in his grave paternal way,<br> But the mother hushed the tumult with the words, "Now, Mary, play."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For the dear soul knew that music was a very sovereign balm;<br> She had sprinkled it over Sorrow and seen its brow grow calm,<br> In the days of slender harpsichords with tapping tinkling quills,<br> Or carolling to her spinet with its thin metallic thrills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So Mary, the household minstrel, who always loved to please,<br> Sat down to the new "Clementi," and struck the glittering keys.<br> Hushed were the children's voices, and every eye grew dim,<br> As, floating from lip and finger, arose the "Vesper Hymn."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Catharine, child of a neighbor, curly and rosy-red,<br> (Wedded since, and a widow,-- something like ten years dead,)<br> Hearing a gush of music such as none before,<br> Steals from her mother's chamber and peeps at the open door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Just as the "Jubilate" in threaded whisper dies,<br> "Open it! open it, lady!" the little maiden cries,<br> (For she thought 't was a singing creature caged in a box she heard,)<br> "Open it! open it, lady! and let me see the bird!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472588" data-title="The Opening of the Piano de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward to the green, At the side toward the sunset, with the window on its right, Stood the London-made piano I am dreaming of to-night!..."></div> </div> </div>
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