All Sung
What shall I sing when all is sung, And every tale is told, And in the world is nothing young That was not long since old? Why should I fret unwilling ears With old things sung anew, While voices from the old dead years Still go on singing too? A dead man singing of his maid Makes all my rhymes in vain, Yet his poor lips must fade and fade, And mine shall kiss again. Why should I strive through weary moons To make my music true? Only the dead men knew the tunes The live world dances to.
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"What shall I sing when all is sung,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Richard Le Gallienne delivers a powerful performance in "All Sung"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...