The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë, Harp of wild and dream-like strain

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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.

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