William Drummond - "My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow" lyrics

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William Drummond - "My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow" lyrics

My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious winds but made thee move, And birds their ramage did on the bestow. Since that dear Voice which did thy sounds approve, Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above, What art thou but a harbinger of woe? Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more, But orphans' wailings to the fainting ear; Each stroke a sigh, each sound draws forth a tear; For which be silint as in woods before; Or if that any hand to touch thee deign, Like widow'd turtle still her loss complain.