Poems (Sherwin)/Lines

by Elizabeth Sherwin

For works with similar titles, see Lines.

LINES.

Oh!do not ask me for a song;  My broken heart cannot obey;—My faltering voice untuned so long,  Can only chaunt a doleful lay.

For sorrow's hand hath broke my lyre,  And shivered every tuneful string: No more will mirth its strains inspire,  I cannot—cannot bear to sing.