The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 3 (My Soul Is Dark)

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The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 3 (My Soul Is Dark)
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MY SOUL IS DARK I. 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. II. 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 'tis doomed to know the worst, And break at once—or yield to song.
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