Lyre hung murmuring
To the wild wind of the sea
Oh melancholy wind it sigh'd
What would they breath with me?
Though canst not wake the spirit
That in me slumbering lies,
Though strikest not forth th' electric fire of buried melodies
Wind of the dark sea waters
Thou dost but sweep my strings
Into wild gusts of mournfulness
With the rushing of the wings
I have pealing notes of victory
That might welcome kings from war
I have rick deep tones to send the wail
For a heros death afar
I pass without my glory
Forgotten I decay
Where is the touch to give me life!
Wild, fitful wind away
So sigh'd the broken music,
That in gladness had no part.
Haw like art thou neglected Lyre
To many a human heart.
Hewitt, George W. and Hemans, Mrs., "Lament of the LYre" (1853). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 799.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.