Selections from Songs of a Bayadere and Songs of a Troubadour By Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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The Broken Lute.
There was a gallant troubadour
Who loved his lady and his lute;
But she was false, and then he tore
The strings, and struck his darling mute.
Who loved his lady and his lute;
But she was false, and then he tore
The strings, and struck his darling mute.
It nevermore shall sound her praise;
Far from his breast it sleeps apart:
And when they ask, the poet says—
“I broke it when she broke my heart.”
Far from his breast it sleeps apart:
And when they ask, the poet says—
“I broke it when she broke my heart.”
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