TESTO DEL LIED

"My soul is dark"
di George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)

My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again;
If in these eyes there lurk a tear, 't will flow,
and cease to burn my brain.
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence too long;
And now't is doom'd to know the worst,
And break at once - or yield to song.