Wednesday, July 13, 2016

My Heart is a Lute by Anne Barnard

Alas, that my heart is a lute,
Whereon you have learned to play!
For a many years it was mute,
Until one summer's day
You took it, and touched it, and made it thrill,
And it thrills and throbs, and quivers still!
Anne Barnard

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