MUSIC UNHEARD
Reading edition
Sweet sounds, begone— Whose music on my ear Stirs foolish discontent Or lingering here; When, if I crossed The crystal verge of death, Him I should see. Who these sounds murmureth.
Sweet sounds, begone— Ask not my heart to break Its bond of bravery for Sweet quiet's sake; Lure not my feet To leave the path they must Tread on, unfaltering, Till I sleep in dust.
Sweet sounds, begone! Though silence brings apace Deadly disquiet Of this homeless place; And all I love In beauty cries to me, "We but vain shadows And reflections be."