The Plaint - Poem by Adelaide Crapsey
Musicians O Musicians: Heartsease
Heartsease: an you will have me live play heartsease.
Light wind in the small green leaves
Play, oh play, my sad heart ease;
Birds, shake from your wilding throats
Tune`d charm of happy notes;
Shepherd, shepherd, pipe a shrill
A jocound pipe o'er vale and hill;
For from too much weeping I,
Maid forlorn, am like to die.
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