The Harp of Erin | ||
THE QUESTION AND REPLY.
Why streams so fast from those dim
eyes,
The tear that tells a secret woe?
Does sorrow breathe such tender sighs,
For some lost friend, who sleeps below;
A brother, in untimely battle slain,
Or parents rescu'd from the world of pain?
The tear that tells a secret woe?
Does sorrow breathe such tender sighs,
For some lost friend, who sleeps below;
A brother, in untimely battle slain,
Or parents rescu'd from the world of pain?
Ah, no!—nor friendship's cold embrace,
Nor brother's deeply-bleeding breast,
Nor parents sunk in endless rest,
Could cause such anguish as that fatal face!
From love,—from love alone my tortures spring,
And the fell viper wounds me while I sing.
Nor brother's deeply-bleeding breast,
Nor parents sunk in endless rest,
Could cause such anguish as that fatal face!
From love,—from love alone my tortures spring,
And the fell viper wounds me while I sing.
The Harp of Erin | ||