Again, my Lyre, yet once again

Again my lyre, yet once again!

With tears I wake thy thrilling strain

O sounds to sacred sorrow dear,

I weep, but could for ever hear!

Ah! cease! nor more past scenes recall,

Ye plaintive notes! thou dying fall!

For lost, beneath thy lov'd control,

Sweet Lyre! is my dissolving soul.

Around me airy forms appear,

And Seraph songs are in mine ear!

Ye Spirits blest, oh bear away

To happier realms my humble lay!

For still my Love may deign to hear

Those human notes that once were dear!

And still one angel sigh bestow

On her who weeps, who mourns below.