This poem describes a man whose memory is transported back to his childhood by the soft singing of a woman. He recalls sitting under a piano as a child, watching his mother play and smile as she sang. Though he tries to prevent it, the "insidious mastery" of the song pulls him further back in time to memories of Sunday evenings spent in his cozy parlor, listening to hymns guided by the "tinkling piano." Overcome by nostalgia for his childhood, the man feels his adult identity washed away as he weeps like a child for the past.