Taking the Old Piano by Louisa Lawson

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They're taking the old piano,
   They're lifting it from the floor.
A carrier's cant is waiting
   Outside the old home door.

And Mother to mutely watching
   With tears on her faded cheek;
I wonder of what she's thinking,
   Her heart is too full to speak.

Perhaps of the day he brought her,
   When out from a wreathed arch
There rang from the old piano
   Bright bars of a bridal march.

Or maybe when long years after
   It wailed the dead march in Saul,
As slowly he went for ever
   Enwrapped in funeral pall.

I know by her pale drawn features
   How tightly it's chords entwine,
I know the piano corner
   To her is a wasted shrine.

First published in The Sydney Mail, 27 June 1906;
and later in
Louisa Lawson: Collected Poems with Selected Critical Commentaries, edited by L.M. Rutherford, M.E. Roughley and Nigel Spence, 1996; and
100 Australian Poems of Love and Loss edited by Jamie Grant, 2011.

Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Australian Poetry Library

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