I play my sweet old airs —
The airs he knew
When our love was true —
But he does not balk
His determined walk,
And passes up the stairs.
I sing my songs once more,
And presently hear
His footstep near
As if it would stay;
But he goes his way,
And shuts a distant door.
So I wait for another morn,
And another night
In this soul-sick blight;
And I wonder much
As I sit, why such
A woman as I was born!
I am busy working to bring Thomas Hardy's "Lost Love" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you soon.
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