MUSIC UNHEARD

Sweet sounds, begone—

Whose music on my ear

Stirs foolish discontent

Of lingering here;

When, if I crossed

The crystal verge of death,

Him I should see

Who these sounds murmureth.

Sweet sounds, begone—

Ask not my heart to break

Its bond of bravery for

Sweet quiet's sake;

Lure not my feet

To leave the path they must

Tread on, unfaltering,

Till I sleep in dust.

Sweet sounds, begone:

Though silence brings apace

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