Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SING A SONG, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE

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SING A SONG, by            
First Line: I am ill, not in body, but spirit
Last Line: I will be a well man by to-morrow.
Subject(s): Healing; Love; Cures

I AM ill, not in body, but spirit,
Wilt thou, Love, sing a soft melody?
For my soul is all eager to hear it,
Sing a song of the winds and the sea;
Sweet music was meant for the night-time
As balm to the heart that is weary;
Sing a little love-song with a light rhyme
And the world will no longer be dreary.

I am ill with the fever of living,
Not in body, but sick in my soul;
Sing a short, tender song of thanksgiving
To the Father who knoweth the goal;
For thou mayest, Love, be a physician
Who will bring a surcease to my sorrow —
Sweet music is such a magician,
I will be a well man by to-morrow.

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