Author Edward Lear There was a Young Lady of Tyre, Who swept the loud chords of a lyre; At the sound of each sweep She enraptured the deep, And enchanted the city of Tyre. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments