IF the song I have to sing
Is a dreary, gloomy thing,
I would rather silent be;
If I cannot sing of cheer,
I will never let you hear
Any song of dole from me.
Let no dirge escape my lips,
Rather song that gayly trips
Than a slow and mournful tone;
Let me sing a song of pleasure,
In a romping sort of measure,
But my woe I'll bear alone.
Songs Of Gloom
Edgar Albert Guest
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Poem topics: alone, never, pleasure, hear, silent, slow, measure, gloomy, I love you, I miss you, song, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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