My Soul Is Dark Poem by George Gordon Byron

My Soul Is Dark

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My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.

But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence, long;
And now 'tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once - or yield to song.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ralph Thorpe 05 April 2022

I would have sold my soul, I think, to have been at the Villa Diodate when the eternal foursome spent the weekend together creating the most enduring horror stories that have haunted my childhood nights. How dark. How classic. Wish I could have met him - met all of them.

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Ruta Mohapatra 16 August 2018

'I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep, Or else this heavy heart will burst'...........Lines full of sadness! Very touching!

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Ariana E. 23 March 2018

Twisted, but lovely. There is, after all, luxury in lamentation.

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