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The Broken Heart.

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Oh think not with love's soft token,     Or music my heart to thrill     For its strings its strings are broken,     And the chords would fain be still!     Oh think not to waken the measure     Of joy on a ruined lute     Think not to waken pleasure,     Where grief sits mourning and mute.     The pearls that gleam in the billow,     But darken the gloom of the deep     And laughter plants the pillow     With thorns, where sorrow would sleep.     The gems that gleam on the finger     Of her who is sleeping and cold,     But wring the hearts that linger.     And dream of the love they told.     My bosom is but a grave,     My breast a voiceless choir     Speak not to the echoless cave,     Touch not the broken lyre!

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"Oh think not with love's soft token,..."

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