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A YOUNG LADY AT
THE HARPSICHORD
So prettily dressed she sits poised
ready to begin to play,
Although from her attitude her thoughts
are quite far away.
“Hold those wrists up high and
feel the music flow,
The quicker that you practice
the sooner I can go,”
Maybe she was very good and played
with grace and ease,
One at a musical evening her sounds
would always please.
A young girl with talent is good but
without a dowery,
Maybe a music teacher she herself
may have to be.
Although the well carved stool and the
instrument itself
Shows some prosperity and maybe
some little wealth.
But sitting there I think her thoughts
are many miles away
And would be happier out walking
than having to play.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 17 January 2005