ALLAN BEVAN, CANADIAN COMPOSER
Harp of Wild5/6/2020
Harp of wild and dream-like strain,
When I touch thy strings, Why dost thou repeat again Long-forgotten things? Harp, in other earlier days, I could sing to thee; And not one of all my lays Vexed my memory. But now, if I awake a note That gave me joy before, Sounds of sorrow from thee float, Changing evermore. Yet, still steeped in memory’s dyes, They come sailing on, Darkening all my summer skies, Shutting out my sun. Emily Jane Brontë (1818-1848)
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