Thursday, August 24, 2017

My Heart and Lute


My Heart and Lute
by Thomas Moore (1779-1852)

I give thee all – I can no more –
Though poor the off'ring be;
My heart and lute are all the store
That I can bring to thee.
A lute whose gentle song reveals
The soul of love full well;
And, better far, a heart that feels
Much more than lute could tell.

Though love and song may fail, alas!
To keep life's clouds away,
At least 'twill make them lighter pass
Or gild them if they stay.
And ev'n if care, at moments, flings
A discord o'er life's happy strain,
Let Love but gently touch the strings,
'Twill all be sweet again!

Painting: The Lute Player by Hendrik Martensz Sorgh

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