The Broken Lute
Good-bye, my song--I, who found words for sorrow, Offer my joy to-day a useless lute. In the deep night I sang me of the morrow; The sun is on my face and I am mute. Good-bye, my song, in you was all my yearning, The prayer for this poor heart I wore so long. Now love heaps roses where the wounds were burning; What need have I for song? Long since I sang of all one loves and misses; How may I sing to-day who know no wrong? My lips are all for laughter and for kisses. Good-bye, my song.
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