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Marah

By Owen Meredith [i.e. E. R. B. Lytton]: 2nd ed.

Lytton, Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton (1831-1891)

CORROBORATION

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Is it the echo of a word,
Whose lingering tones betoken
I dream'd it not, but really heard?
And was it sung, or spoken?

Some great good news has come to me,
I know. But who averr'd it?
And it is true? And was it she
That whisper'd, I that heard, it?

So light that whisper fell, methought
No sense but mine it flutter'd.
What tell-tale Spirit can have caught
A sound so softly utter'd,

And spread the message wide, and told
The gathering stars to greet it
With signals flash'd from shafts of gold,
The sea-waves to repeat it,

The woods its influence to attest,
And the soft winds that heave them?
They all assure me I am blest,
And I must needs believe them.

Stars, waves, and woods, and winds, no fear
Have I lest you be lying.
For to your tale my heart can hear
The harps of Heaven replying.