James Thomas Fields

“ That, he said, was too closely associated with the idea
of herself; it belonged to the little story of their loves; for, some of the
sweetest moments of their courtship were those when he had leaned over
that instrument, and listened to the melting tones of her voice.
Irving's Sketch Book.
There's many a magic spell:
Leave that untouched,—the strain it brings
This heart remembers well.
Let that remain!—all else beside
Go scatter to the wind!
The chords that won my home a bride
No other home shall find.
It hath a power, though all unstrung
It lies neglected now ”