The Little Old Table
By
Thomas
Hardy
Creak, little wood thing, creak When I touch you with elbow or knee; , That is the way you speak Of one who gave you to me! You, little table she broughtBrought me with her own hand, As she looked at me with a thought That I did not understand. -Whoever owns it anon, And hears it, will never know What a history hangs upon That creak from long ago. /--
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Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 39, 11 April 1930, Page 28
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76The Little Old Table Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 39, 11 April 1930, Page 28
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