STANZAS FOR MUSIC I speak not I trace not I breathe not thy name, There is grief in the sound there were guilt in the fame, But the tear whitch now burns on my cheek may impart The deep thought that dwells in that silence of heart. ******** Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace, Were those hours can their joy or their bitterness cease? We repent we abjure we will break from our chain, We must part we must fly to unite it again ******** Oh! thine be the gladness and mine be the gilt, Forgive me adored one forsake if thou wilt, But the heart which I bear shall expire undebased And man shall not break it whatever thou may´st. ******* And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee, My soul in its biterest blackness shall be ; And our moments more sweet, Wrih thee by my side tham the world at our feet. ******* One sight of thy sorrow one look of thy love, Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove, And the heartless may wonder at all we resign, Try lip shall reply no to them but to mine.
