Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
Adelaide Anne ProcterAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: October 30, 1825
- Died: February 2, 1864
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