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.