Good-bye, my song--I, who found words for sorrow,
Offer my joy to-day a useless lute.
In the deep night I sang me of the morrow;
The sun is on my face and I am mute.
Good-bye, my song, in you was all my yearning,
The prayer for this poor heart I wore so long.
Now love heaps roses where the wounds were burning;
What need have I for song?
Long since I sang of all one loves and misses;
How may I sing to-day who know no wrong?
My lips are all for laughter and for kisses.
Good-bye, my song.
The Broken Lute
Theodosia Garrison
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Poem topics: I love you, heart, joy, laughter, night, poor, sorrow, sun, deep, offer, face, wrong, prayer, love, I miss you, long, Valentine's Day, good, song, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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