THE LAST PERFORMANCE

“I am playing my oldest tunes,” declared she,

“All the old tunes I know, -

Those I learnt ever so long ago.”

- Why she should think just then she'd play them

Silence cloaks like snow.

When I returned from the town at nightfall

Notes continued to pour

As when I had left two hours before:

It's the very last time,” she said in closing;

“From now I play no more.”

A few morns onward found her fading,

And, as her life outflew,

I thought of her playing her tunes right through;

And I felt she had known of what was coming,

And wondered how she knew.