My Soul Is Dark
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
(From Hebrew Melodies - 1815)
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- My soul is darkOh! quickly string
- The harp I yet can brook to hear;
- And let thy gentle fingers fling
- Its melting murmurs oer 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.
2
- 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 onceor yield to song.
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