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My Soul Is Dark

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 birthed
And ached in sleepless silence, long;

And now 'tis doomed to know the worst,

And break at once - or yield to song.

–G.G. Byron (1788-1824)