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.
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'I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep, Or else this heavy heart will burst'...........Lines full of sadness! Very touching!
I would have sold my soul, I think, to have been at the Villa Diodate when the eternal foursome spent the weekend together creating the most enduring horror stories that have haunted my childhood nights. How dark. How classic. Wish I could have met him - met all of them.