Benoni | ||
AN OFFERING.
As, when the silver chain of song
Thy sweet voice weaves, at every tone
Yon harp with sympathetic thrill
Sighs forth spontaneous unison;
Thy sweet voice weaves, at every tone
Yon harp with sympathetic thrill
Sighs forth spontaneous unison;
So all thy sorrows pierce my heart
With some electric pang divine;
So every breath that stirs thy soul
An answering ripple wakes in mine.
With some electric pang divine;
So every breath that stirs thy soul
An answering ripple wakes in mine.
Benoni | ||