I Touched The Heart That Loved Me As A Player [Sonnet]

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Title:     I Touched The Heart That Loved Me As A Player [Sonnet]
Author: Alice Meynell [More Titles by Meynell]

I touched the heart that loved me as a player
Touches a lyre; content with my poor skill
No touch save mine knew my beloved (and still
I thought at times: Is there no sweet lost air
Old loves could wake in him, I cannot share?).
Oh, he alone, alone could so fulfil
My thoughts in sound to the measure of my will.
He is gone, and silence takes me unaware.

The songs I knew not he resumes, set free
From my constraining love, alas for me!
His part in our tune goes with him; my part
Is locked in me for ever; I stand as mute
As one with full strong music in his heart
Whose fingers stray upon a shattered lute.

[The end]
Alice Meynell's poem: Sonnet: I Touched The Heart That Loved Me As A Player]

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