Classic Poem

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.