D. H. Lawrence Quote

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she
sings.

A Calendar of Letters: Extracts from the Publications of Number Five John Street, 1910-1925 (ed. 1926)