MUSIC UNHEARD
SWEET sounds, begone —
Whose music on my ear
Stirs foolish discontent
Or 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
Deadly disquiet
Of this homeless place;
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