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Neglected now is the old guitar / And moldering into decay; / Fretted with many a rift and scar / That the dull dust hides away, / While the spider spins a silver star / In its silent lips to-day.
The keys hold only nerveless strings -- / The sinews of brave old airs / Are pulseless now; and the scarf that clings / So closely here declares / A sad regret in its ravelings / And the faded hue it wears.