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The Lady To Her Guitar

For him who struck thy foreign string,

I ween this heart has ceased to care;

Then why dost thou such feelings

To my sad spirit—old Guitar?

It is as if the warm

In some deep glen should lingering stay,

When clouds of storm, or shades of night,

Have wrapt the parent orb away.

It is as if the glassy

Should image still its willows fair,

Though years ago the woodman's

Laid low in dust their Dryad-hair.

Even so,

Guitar, thy magic

Hath moved the tear and waked the sigh:

Hath bid the ancient torrent moan,

Although its very source is dry.

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Emily Jane Bronte

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, no…
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