Emily Dickinson - Put up my lute! lyrics

261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to charm Pa**ive—as Granite—laps My Music Sobbing—will suit—as well as psalm! Would but the "Memnon" of the Desert Teach me the strain That vanquished Him When He—surrendered to the Sunrise Maybe—that—would awaken—them!