Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings. In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide. So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past. 1. What picture of mother is depicted in the poem? 2. Describe the nostalgic melancholy of the speaker. 3. What image of a childhood do you get from the poem? 4 Summarise the poem. 5. What is the influence of music in the speaker's life? 6. What are the central ideas of the poem? 7. What is the structure of t...
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