Song
Sing no more! Thy heart is crossed
By some dire thing:
Sing no more! Thy lute has lost
Its one sweet string.
The music of the heart and lute
Are mute — are mute!
Laugh no more! The earth hath taught
A false, fond strain:
Laugh no more! Thy soul hath caught
The grave's first stain.
The pleasures of the world are known,
And flown — and flown!
Weep no more! The fiercest pains
Were love, were pride:
Weep no more! The world's strong chains
Are cast aside.
And all the war of life must cease,
In peace, — in peace!
By some dire thing:
Sing no more! Thy lute has lost
Its one sweet string.
The music of the heart and lute
Are mute — are mute!
Laugh no more! The earth hath taught
A false, fond strain:
Laugh no more! Thy soul hath caught
The grave's first stain.
The pleasures of the world are known,
And flown — and flown!
Weep no more! The fiercest pains
Were love, were pride:
Weep no more! The world's strong chains
Are cast aside.
And all the war of life must cease,
In peace, — in peace!
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