Poems (Sherwin)/Lines

by Elizabeth Sherwin

For works with similar titles, see Lines.

LINES.

Oh!do not ask me for a song;
 My broken heart cannot obey;—
My faltering voice untuned so long,
 Can only chaunt a doleful lay.

For sorrow's hand hath broke my lyre,
 And shivered every tuneful string:
No more will mirth its strains inspire,
 I cannot—cannot bear to sing.