Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights A Gift of Love for the Beautiful |
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THE POET'S FAREWELL TO HIS HARP. |
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THE POET'S FAREWELL TO HIS HARP.
Farewell, Harp! oh! fare-thee-well!
Thou hast been my solace ever,
And thy dear kind notes shall dwell
In my bosom's home forever—
Fare-thee-well!
Thou hast soothed me o'er the Mountains—
Thou hast saved me by the Sea;
Thou hast filled me when the Fountains
All were dry—farewell to thee!
Thou hast been my solace ever,
And thy dear kind notes shall dwell
In my bosom's home forever—
Fare-thee-well!
Thou hast soothed me o'er the Mountains—
Thou hast saved me by the Sea;
Thou hast filled me when the Fountains
All were dry—farewell to thee!
Farewell, Harp! oh! fare-thee-well!
Now thy silver chords are broken!
Though my soul doth love thee well,
All my vows are quickly spoken—
Fare-thee-well!
Thou hast soothed me o'er the Mountains—
Thou hast saved me by the Sea;
Thou hast filled me when the Fountains
All were dry—farewell to thee!
Now thy silver chords are broken!
Though my soul doth love thee well,
All my vows are quickly spoken—
Fare-thee-well!
Thou hast soothed me o'er the Mountains—
Thou hast saved me by the Sea;
Thou hast filled me when the Fountains
All were dry—farewell to thee!
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