And that old song, oh, sing it nevermore
It is so old, 'tis time that it should die!
Forget it—so will I.
Let it in silence rest;
Guarded by thoughts which may not be expressed
There was a love which clung to it of old—
That love has long been cold.
Then sing it not again!
The voice that seemed to echo back the strain
Has filled succeeding years with discords strange