O little hands, long vanished in the night-- <br />Sweet fairy hands that were my treasure here-- <br />My heart is full of music from some sphere, <br />Where ye make melody for God's delight. <br />Though autumn clouds obscure the starry height, <br />And winds are noisy and the land is drear, <br />In this blank room I feel my lost love near, <br />And hear you playing--hands so small and white. <br />The shadowy organ sings its songs again, <br />The dead years turn to music at its voice, <br />And all the dreams come back my brain did store. <br />Once more, dear hands, ye soothe me in my pain, <br />Once more your music makes my heart rejoice-- <br />God speed the day we clasp for evermore!<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-nightfall-2/
