I Touched The Heart That Loved Me As A Player Touches A Lyre; Content With My Poor Skill No Touch Save Mine Knew My Beloved (And Still I Thought At Times: Is There No Sweet Lost Air Old Loves Could Wake In Him, I Cannot Share?). Oh, He Alone, Alone Could So Fulfil My Thoughts In Sound To The Measure Of My Will. He Is Gone, And Silence Takes Me Unaware. The Songs I Knew Not He Resumes, Set Free From My Constraining Love, Alas For Me! His Part In Our Tune Goes With Him; My Part Is Locked In Me For Ever; I Stand As Mute As One With Full Strong Music In His Heart Whose Fingers Stray Upon A Shattered Lute.