Author Arthur Davison Ficke “Over my organ-keys in the darknessSlowly, aimlessly, wander my fingers,—Slowly, aimlessly, silently, wander my fingers;And I remember the poignant you alone.” Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments