O Word I Love to Sing

  1. O word I love to sing! thou art too tender

  2. For all the passions agitating me;

  3. For all my bitterness thou art too tender,

  4. I cannot pour my red soul into thee.

  5. O haunting melody! thou art too slender,

  6. Too fragile like a globe of crystal glass;

  7. For all my stormy thoughts thou art too slender,

  8. The burden from my bosom will not pass.

  9. O tender word! O melody so slender!

  10. O tears of passion saturate with brine,

  11. O words, unwilling words, ye can not render

  12. My hatred for the foe of me and mine.


Harlem Shadows (1922)

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