The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth With Sixteen Illustrations. By Philip Gilbert Hamerton |
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SINGING WITH CONSTANTIA. |
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SINGING WITH CONSTANTIA.
Our voices mingle, and the waves of sound,
Whereon they float away,
Our secret thoughts in one emotion bound
To envious ears convey.
Whereon they float away,
Our secret thoughts in one emotion bound
To envious ears convey.
And thus the sounds our concord did create
Are wedded evermore,
Even as our hearts—which none shall separate
Till life itself be o'er.
Are wedded evermore,
Even as our hearts—which none shall separate
Till life itself be o'er.
Are we not bound together like the notes
Of our own harmony?
Like hues in opal, or the cloud that floats
Alone in that cold sky?
Of our own harmony?
Like hues in opal, or the cloud that floats
Alone in that cold sky?
We see the Sun of Love, and glow with seeing,
As that rich vapour does;
And as those leaden clouds to that bright being,
Our hearers are to us.
As that rich vapour does;
And as those leaden clouds to that bright being,
Our hearers are to us.
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Our music dies serenely in the distance,
Yet even decay endears;
So let us end, my love, our own existence
In the far future years.
Yet even decay endears;
So let us end, my love, our own existence
In the far future years.
Our love is music, and our death shall be
As when our own songs cease—
Inaudible, yet still a harmony—
The harmony of peace.
As when our own songs cease—
Inaudible, yet still a harmony—
The harmony of peace.
My lonely voice sings its divided part,
A most imperfect song,
Half of a perfect whole; and my poor heart
To thine doth so belong.
A most imperfect song,
Half of a perfect whole; and my poor heart
To thine doth so belong.
But I have heard that sympathy can bind
With such a lengthened chain,
That mind may act in unison with mind,
Till both unite again.
With such a lengthened chain,
That mind may act in unison with mind,
Till both unite again.
Though dreary leagues of distance lie between,
There are electric wires
Of silent thought, by which we hold unseen
The converse love requires.
There are electric wires
Of silent thought, by which we hold unseen
The converse love requires.
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