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BANJO MINE, by                    
First Line: Now the gloom of a mist-laden evening
Last Line: "then go back to your leathern case, banjo, / while my thought goes beyond your control"
Subject(s): Banjos;music & Musicians;musical Instruments


NOW the gloom of a mist-laden evening,
As the day's busy callings depart,
Turns my thought, unconstrained, into brooding
On the things that lie close to my heart.

Then come out of your leathern case, banjo,
And, while resting your head on my knee,
Tune your strings to respond to my dreamings,
Let quick sympathy touch you through me.

There are so many things I would tell you,
As you whisper your low, plaintive strain, --
Disappointments, and great, throbbing longings,
In a mingling of joy and of pain.

There are deeper and sweeter chords, banjo,
Never finding expression in you;
It is only humanity's heart-strings
That will answer their vibrating true.

So I'll play with you till softer fancies
Lead the way to my innermost soul, --
Then go back to your leathern case, banjo,
While my thought goes beyond your control.





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