To Molly
On the Eve of Decision
What though the bow must be restrung—It can be done.What though the viol is mute, ’twillSing at your will.Say not the frayed bow is ill luck—You have the gut.
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On the Eve of Decision
What though the bow must be restrung—It can be done.What though the viol is mute, ’twillSing at your will.Say not the frayed bow is ill luck—You have the gut.
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