Love’s strings

Ive heard thee sing of plaintive things

& as thy fingers swept the strings

Thy eyes have wept most tenderly

Then list awhile till I beguile

Thy heart with sorrows melody

A young heart tried a maid to move
& pined to death for very love
The maiden naught but scorn returned
Nor dropt one tear upon his bier
He died unhonoured & unmourned

I knew thou'dst mourn so sad a thing
Oh touch my Anna touch the string
With sprightlier airs nor grief endure
That heart you weep though wounded deep
Is yet not past your cure

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