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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

To Francesca

By Thomas William Parsons (1819–1892)

SING Waller’s lay,

“Go, lovely rose,” or some old song,

That should I play

Feebly, thy voice may make me strong

With loving memories cherished long.

Sing “Drink to me,”

Or “Take, oh take those lips away;”

Some strain to be—

When I am gone and thou art gray—

Remembered of a happier day.

A solemn air,

A melody not loud but low,

Suits whitening hair;

And when the pulse is beating slow,

The music’s measure should move so.

The song most sweet

Is that which lulls, not thrills, the ear;

So, love, repeat

For one who counteth silence dear,

That which to silence is most near.