Yet I would not discharge one satirical shot
As to the piano you hurried.
You hurried so quickly, 'twas scarcely right,
I knew not the piece you'd been learning;
But I saw by the flickering candle-light
Your cheeks were with nervousness burning.
No useless music encumbered the rest;
No pieces had any one found you;
But you played it by heart, no doubt doing your best,
Though the people would talk around you.