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Sing not to me a song of beauty bright, Nor festive scenes of dazzling light; Nor of gorgeous pageant in palace hall Begemmed with many a coronal; But sing to me my memory's care - The misspent hours fled where - oh where?
Sing not to me of the battlefield, Nor splintered lance nor of broken shield, Not of gory plumes once freshly fair, Not of banners rent nor pennon bare; But sing to me my memory's care - The misspent hours fled where - oh where?
Sing not to me of the sea-fight won, By daring hearts and by flashing gun, Not how o'er the deep in exultant glee The victor's ship speeds galliantly; But sing to me my memory's care - The misspent hours fled where - oh where?
Sing not of summer, sing not of spring, For these no joy to my heart can bring; Sing not of autumn yellow and sere Sing not of pallid winter frosty and drear; But sing to me my memory's care - The misspent hours fled where - oh where?
Sing not of Love's deep tenderness Nor its whispered words, share its sweet caress; Sing not to me of Beauty's power, Nor the bridal morn - Love's dearest hour! But sing to me my memory's care The misspent hours fled where - oh where?
Sing - sing to me with a mocking song, Of the guilty past and its deeds of wrong; Sing - till around me the phantoms come, Or the broken hearts in a distant home; These, these are my memory's care, And shriek them forth to my soul's despair!
Owen Suffolk
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