When my little girl plays Beethoven Sonatas,
The big, black Steinway flashes all its teeth at
her
In a broad, good-natured grin:
And suddenly
I hear a deep, rumbling, beautiful roar of laughter.
From A Canopic Jar (New York, E.P. Dutton & Company, 1921) by Leonora Speyer. Copyright © E.P. Dutton & Company. This poem is in the public domain.