Address to My Harp. Mary Tighe (née Blachford) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Tighe, Mary, 1772-1810. Psyche, With Other Poems. London Printed for LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND BROWN, PATERNOSTER-ROW 1811 pp. 238-240. 314p.

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Address to My Harp . OH , my loved Harp ! companion dear ! Sweet soother of my secret grief , No more thy sounds my soul must cheer , No more afford a soft relief . When anxious cares my heart oppressed , When doubts distracting tore my soul , The pains which heaved my swelling breast Thy gentle sway could oft control . Each well remembered , practised strain , The cheerful dance , the tender song , Recalled with pensive , pleasing pain Some image loved and cherished long . Where joy sat smiling o'er my fate , And marked each bright and happy day , When partial friends around me sat , And taught my lips the simple lay ; And when by disappointment grieved I saw some darling hope o'erthrown , Thou hast my secret pain relieved ; O'er thee I wept , unseen , alone . Oh ! must I leave thee , must we part , Dear partner of my happiest days ? I may forget thy much-loved art , Unused thy melody to raise , But ne'er can memory cease to love Those scenes where I thy charms have felt , Though I no more thy power may prove , Which taught my softened heart to melt . Forced to forego with thee this spot , Endeared by many a tender tie , When rosy pleasure blessed my lot , And sparkled in my cheated eye . Yet still thy strings , in Fancy's ear , With soothing melody shall play ; Thy silver sounds I oft shall hear , To pensive gloom a silent prey .