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THE LADY TO HER GUITAR, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: For him who struck thy foreign string
Last Line: Although its very source is dry!
Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Ellis
Variant Title(s): "a.g.a. (""for Him"");""for Him Who Struck Thy Foreign String"";
Subject(s): Guitars


For him who struck thy foreign string
I ween this heart hath ceased to care
Then why dost thou such feelings bring
To my sad spirit, old guitar?

It is as if the warm sunlight
In some deep glen should lingering stay
When clouds of tempest and of night
Had wrapped the parent orb away --

It is as if the glassy brook
Should image still its willows fair
Though years ago the woodman's stroke
Laid low in dust their gleaming hair:

Even so, guitar, thy magic tone
Hath moved the tear and waked the sigh
Hath bid the ancient torrent flow
Although its very source is dry!





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