Arts & Sciences
The Old Violin
From An American Anthology (1900)
Arts & Sciences
Though tuneless, stringless, it lies there in dust,
Like some great thought on a forgotten page;
The soul of music cannot fade or rust,—
The voice within it stronger grows with age;
Its strings and bow are only trifling things—
A master-touch!—its sweet soul wakes and sings.
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MLA
Egan, Maurice Francis. “The Old Violin.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/egan/2/.
Chicago
Egan, Maurice Francis. “The Old Violin.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/egan/2/.
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