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James Whitcomb Riley - The Old Guitar

Neglected now is the old guitar
And moldering into decay;
Fretted with many a rift and scar
That the dull dust hides away,
While the spider spins a silver star
In its silent lips to-day.

The keys hold only nerveless strings--
The sinews of brave old airs
Are pulseless now; and the scarf that clings
So closely here declares
A sad regret in its ravelings
And the faded hue it wears.

But the old guitar, with a lenient grace,
Has cherished a smile for me;
And its features hint of a fairer face
That comes with a memory
Of a flower-and-perfume-haunted place
And a moonlit balcony.

Music sweeter than words confess,
Or the minstrel's powers invent,
Thrilled here once at the light caress
Of the fairy hands that lent
This excuse for the kiss I press
On the dear old instrument.

The rose of pearl with the jeweled stem
Still blooms; and the tiny sets
In the circle all are here; the gem
In the keys, and the silver frets;
But the dainty fingers that danced o'er them--
Alas for the heart's regrets!--

Alas for the loosened strings to-day,
And the wounds of rift and scar
On a worn old heart, with its roundelay
Enthralled with a stronger bar
That Fate weaves on, through a dull decay
Like that of the old guitar! 

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Poet: James Whitcomb Riley
Poem: The Old Guitar
Poem of the Day: Oct 26 2008

Comment 2 of 2, added on March 29th, 2006 at 9:07 PM.

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John H Conley Jr from United States
Comment 1 of 2, added on February 19th, 2006 at 11:08 PM.

the narrator remembers the guitar that they hold in their hands & remembers a love past a kiss is pressed upon it as the narrator regrets a past love, lost, & we are led to wonder about this, whether it ended in hurt the wounds of rift & scar.

andre fritze from Australia

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