HARP OF WILD

LYRICS

Harp of wild and dream-like strain, 
When I touch thy strings, 
Why dost thou repeat again 
Long-forgotten things? 

Harp, in other, earlier days, 
I could sing to thee; 
And not one of all my lays 
Vexed my memory. 

But now, if I awake a note 
That gave me joy before, 
Sounds of sorrow from thee float, 
Changing evermore. 

Yet, still steeped in memory’s dyes, 
They come sailing on, 
Darkening all my summer skies, 
Shutting out my sun.