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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895.  1895.
My Heart Is a Lute
Lady Blanche Elizabeth Lindsay (b. 1844)
  ALAS, that my heart is a lute,
  Whereon you have learn’d to play!
  For a many years it was mute,
  Until one summer’s day
You took it, and touch’d it, and made it thrill,        5
And it thrills and throbs, and quivers still!
  I had known you, dear, so long!
  Yet my heart did not tell me why
  It should burst one morn into song,
  And wake to new life with a cry,        10
Like a babe that sees the light of the sun,
And for whom this great world has just begun.
  Your lute is enshrin’d, cas’d in,
  Kept close with love’s magic key,
  So no hand but yours can win        15
  And wake it to minstrelsy;
Yet leave it not silent too long, nor alone,
Lest the strings should break, and the music be done.


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