by (Henry) Austin Dobson (1840 - 1921)

The child musician
Language: English 
He had played for his lordship's levee,
He had played for her ladyship's whim,
Till the poor little head was heavy,
And the poor little brain would swim.

And the face grew peaked and eerie,
And the large eyes strange and bright,
And they said -- too late -- "He is weary!
He shall rest for, at least, To-night!"

But at dawn, when the birds were waking,
As they watched in the silent room,
With the sound of a strained cord breaking,
A something snapped in the gloom.

'T was a string of his violoncello,
And they heard him stir in his bed: --
"Make room for a tired little fellow,
Kind God! --" was the last that he said.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-07-11
Line count: 16
Word count: 117