Sing thy heart, O melancholy lyre, <br /> Sing thy heart and soul, <br /> Sing thy tears to that exhausting fire, <br /> Sing for those dreams to unfold. <br /> <br /> Sing of the brook that runs by swiftly, <br /> Sing of lost rivers and plains, <br /> Sing of that bard walking corn fields gently, <br /> Sing of painless clouds in rains. <br /> <br /> Sing of the steep snowy drenched mountain slopes, <br /> Sing of the fountains beneath, <br /> Sing of the birds lain basking their feathers, <br /> Sing for the world underneath thy feet. <br /> <br /> Sing, O Sing! My dear, dear, heart! <br /> Sing loud for the mind to flee, <br /> All its naked thoughts forever in dark, <br /> And die in thy songs of glee. 18 July,2013<br /><br />Shouvik Narayan Hore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sing-thy-heart/
