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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp.  The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse.  1922.
The Lyre, I
By George Darley (1795–1846)
WHEREFORE, unlaurell’d Boy,
  Whom the contemptuous Muse will not inspire,
With a sad kind of joy
  Still sing’st thou to thy solitary lyre?
The melancholy winds        5
  Pour through unnumber’d reeds their idle woes,
And every Naiad finds
  A stream to weep her sorrow as it flows.
Her sighs unto the air
  The Wood-maid’s native oak doth broadly tell.        10
And Echo’s fond despair
  Intelligible rocks re-syllable.
Wherefore then should not I,
  Albeit no haughty Muse my heart inspire,
Fated of grief to die,        15
  Impart it to my solitary lyre?
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