English poems

My Soul is Dark…” by G.G. Byron

My Soul is Dark…” by G.G. Byron

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 this eyes there lurk a tear,

Twill flow, and cease to bum my brain.

But bid the strain be wild and deep,

Nor let thy notes of joy be first:

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 ’tis doom’d to know the worst,

And break at once – or yield to song.

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