My soul is dark

Fallen_Angels_Cant_fly

19 Dec, 2012 11:32 PM
My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string 
The harp I yet can brook to hear; 
And let thy gentle fingers fling 
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. 

If in this heart a hope be dear, 
That sound shall charm it forth again: 
If in these eyes there lurk a tear, 
'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain. 

But bid the strain be wild and deep, 
Nor let thy notes of joy be first: 
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep, 
Or else this heavy heart will burst; 

For it hath been by sorrow nursed, 
And ached in sleepless silence, long; 
And now it's doomed to know the worst, 
And break at once - or yield to song.
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