With what attentive courtesy he bent <br />Over his instrument; <br />Not as a lordly conquerer who could <br />Command both wire and wood, <br />But as a man with a loved woman might, <br />Inquiring with delight <br />What slight essential things she had to say <br />Before they started, he and she, to play.<br /><br />Frances Darwin Cornford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-guitarist-tunes-up/
