I HAVE a harp of many strings But two are enough for me : One is for love and one for death; And what would the third one be?
Before I learn another note I may forget and go, So while my hand is light and sure I play on the strings I know.
The speaker imagines her life as a harp with many possible strings, but she deliberately limits herself to two: love and death. There is a gentle, clear-eyed acceptance here. Rather than reaching for every experience or ambition, she chooses the two notes that feel most essential and most true.
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