PARLOUR PORTRAIT
IN OLD VIENNA
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What dark adoring lady loomed behind
The grand piano, rapt, while Schubert played
A new-wrought masterpiece, forged by a mind
Attuned to brooding Genii, who laid
Their powers before his trembling soul, to breed
Pure melody in bodied form supreme?
Perhaps she was a daughter of the house,
Affianced to a fop against her will,
In deference to a parent's wish? A mouse
She seems, and yet-- her hungry eyes peer full
Of ardent fire; its fuel?. . . an urgent need
For Schubert's muse to glut her senses keen?
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Stanley
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