Minuscula Lyrics of Nature, Art and Love. By Francis William Bourdillon |
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A Man's Question
Why did you snap the string,
When it was rendering
At your light touch its fullest sweetest tone?
Did it not give its whole
Of music? and its soul,
Was it not utterly and all your own?
When it was rendering
At your light touch its fullest sweetest tone?
Did it not give its whole
Of music? and its soul,
Was it not utterly and all your own?
One moment—a low chord
Ringing with love's reward
And crownèd hope that trembled into peace;
Then with light violence
You smote the string-strained tense
And bade for ever that soft voice to cease.
Ringing with love's reward
And crownèd hope that trembled into peace;
Then with light violence
You smote the string-strained tense
And bade for ever that soft voice to cease.
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