"You cannot hear me"

by Robert Hillyer

You cannot hear me, for my lute
Is old; the silver strings
Are almost mute
While rings
The blare of horn and clarion.
But song so noisily begun
Ends with the players' breath;
When they are done
And death
Scatters the final blast they dinned,
The lute still whispers in the wind.

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