Echoes of the defter lute <br />From far away <br />Recall <br />(As through <br />a telescope <br />Reversed) <br /> <br />That home <br />As land <br />Can often find <br />a place as soon <br />in mind <br />As hearths. <br /> <br />Just ever so <br />does music think <br />Each closer memory <br />Sung as time <br /> <br />And hands can hold <br />Whilst country lies <br />As far from love as <br />Freedom does.<br /><br />Andrew Fincham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chopin-2/
