Poems (Radford)/For Love of you my Lute was Strung
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For love of you my lute was strung,When singing days were fair and young,When life and hope and song were new,And all were sweet for love of you
For love of you from June to JuneMy heart beat to a triumph tune,And music rose by sea and land,In answer to a victor's hand,
For love of you from sun to sun,I strove to sing when songs were done,And on each failing string my tearsBurnt silence, through the empty years.
But broken now 'neath evening skies,My lute for ever tuneless lies,And I but mourn the songs I knew,Which were so sweet for love of you.