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MY SOUL IS DARK.

I.
My soul is dark—Oh! quickly string
 The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
 Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
 That sound shall charm it forth again;
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
 'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain:

II.
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
 Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
 Or else this heavy heart will burst;