All this for a song.

All this for a song.

The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.

The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.

You must pass your days in song. Let your whole life be a song.

You must pass your days in song. Let your whole life be a song.

Always keep a song in your heart - it's like karaoke for the voices in your head

Always keep a song in your heart - it's like karaoke for the voices in your head

He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."

He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."

And grant that when I face the grisly Thing,
My song may trumptet down the gray Perhaps
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And grant that when I face the grisly Thing,
My song may trumptet down the gray Perhaps
Let me be as a tune-swept fiddlestring
That feels the Master Melody--and snaps.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with
pity: and when winter evenings fall early read more

She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with
pity: and when winter evenings fall early (sitting at her merry
wheel), she sings a defiance to the giddy wheel of
fortune . . . and fears no manner of ill because she means none.

The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.

The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.