Poems Lyrical and Dramatic By Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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THE SPIRIT-VOICE.
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THE SPIRIT-VOICE.
Over the purple silence of the sea
Paven with amber, under tremulous night
Flooded with moon-beams, came a song to me:
And the mute waves pursued the phantom-flight
Of that lone voice unutterably sweet,
And brake with scarce a murmur at my feet.
Paven with amber, under tremulous night
Flooded with moon-beams, came a song to me:
And the mute waves pursued the phantom-flight
Of that lone voice unutterably sweet,
And brake with scarce a murmur at my feet.
It seemed an exiled soul from Paradise,
Whose beauty made the enamoured winds to swoon,
Wafted 'twixt silver seas and azure skies
Among those gold-winged spirits of the moon
Whose glittering track across the waters dark
Still follows, dream-like, the beholder's barque.
Whose beauty made the enamoured winds to swoon,
Wafted 'twixt silver seas and azure skies
Among those gold-winged spirits of the moon
Whose glittering track across the waters dark
Still follows, dream-like, the beholder's barque.
And then it faded into one long sigh,
Which passed and perished in forgetfulness,
Though still it dwells, a shapeless memory,
Which not the subtlest music can express—
A moment's converse caught with gods above,
The pure ideal of an early love.
Which passed and perished in forgetfulness,
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Which not the subtlest music can express—
A moment's converse caught with gods above,
The pure ideal of an early love.
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