📖 AS THIS TRACK IS STILL INVOLVED IN A CHALLENGE, I'M LEAVING IT PUBLIC UNTIL THAT ENDS. Please enjoy it until then. 📜 Dedication: “For him who struck thy foreign string — old guitar.” Adapted from the 1846 poem: The Lady to Her Guitar by Emily Brontë For him who struck thy foreign string I ween this heart hath ceased to care; Then why dost thou such feelings bring To my sad spirit, old guitar? It is as if the warm sunlight In some deep glen should lingering stay, When clouds of tempest and of night Had wrapt the parent orb away. It is as if the glassy brook Should image still its willows fair, Though years ago, the woodman’s stroke Laid low in dust their gleaming hair. Even so, guitar thy magic tone Has moved the tear and waked the sigh, Has bid the ancient torrent flow Although its very source is dry! This arrangement copyright 7-21-2025 by LKN Please find my new work on other platforms: https://patreon.com/LKN_LucKyNobody FB, YT & X: @lucky_nobody Instagram & TikTok: lucky_nobody3 Discord: LKN3 It was an honor to adapt this Gothic and Victorian author. A big thank you and huge shout-out to the SSC7 team (esp their Poetry Challenge), for all their hard work for this community. Also, for helping me to discover this wonderful poem, which I did not know.
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