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To Francesca
By Thomas William Parsons (18191892)
S
“Go, lovely rose,” or some old song,
That should I play
Feebly, thy voice may make me strong
With loving memories cherished long.
Or “Take, oh take those lips away;”
Some strain to be—
When I am gone and thou art gray—
Remembered of a happier day.
A melody not loud but low,
Suits whitening hair;
And when the pulse is beating slow,
The music’s measure should move so.
Is that which lulls, not thrills, the ear;
So, love, repeat
For one who counteth silence dear,
That which to silence is most near.