Lately Seen in a London Shop Window, and Labelled, “Cash Price, Two Guineas.”
Poor faded, long-neglected thing,
Not worth a glance
From eyes disdainful as they pass,
While you stand there, the sport, alas!
Of circumstance.
Too true! and yet if you could speak
Of years gone by,
How many happy memories
Might whisper from your yellow keys