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June 22, 2007

Poetry Friday, "The Broken Lyre" from 1863

I'm a bit early for this Poetry Friday, but I'm having a hard time sleeping, so I thought I might as well just put it up now. The round up this week is over on A Wrung Sponge, although I beat her post, so I'll have to wait to add myself later. ;)

This poem is from the December issue of Godey's Lady's Book and Magazine published in 1863. This is the oldest magazine I've got in my collection and I haven't yet figured out how I want to handle scanning it (it's not in good shape).

This poem stood out for me because of it's relative brevity. I think that all too often Victorian poets would keep on writing several verses after their poem stopped being even vaguely amusing. Sadly this one is attributed only to "Sara" so there is no lasting record of her full identity.

The Broken Lyre
By Sara

All shattered, low beneath her feet,
The cherished lyre's thrown;
The grief-wind o'er her soul hath swept,
And all the music's flown.
She's learned, alas, the bitter truth
That all that's fair must fade!
Although the morn is beauty bright,
Still evening brings the shade;
No path through life where press our feet
Amid the roses fair,
But, all concealed within the green,
Some briers, too, are there.

posted by Eva @ 12:24 AM

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