Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[A thousand murmurs in the moving trees—]
A thousand murmurs in the moving trees—Each murmur some sweet melody!—I hear!
And hang upon those soothing sounds so dear;
And drink the music, as I breathe the breeze;
Murmurs of living ecstacy are these,
Which the soul drinks yet deeper than the ear;
Each thought seems trembling as a trembling tear,
O'ertroubled with these sounds that conquering please!
Murmurs of sweetness!—live within my heart;
Sing down the tempest-tone, the troublous din,
That echoing thence doth make me shrink and start;
There is a clamour and a coil within—
Within the Heart's core oft, that where thou art—
Oh! love-born Peace! no more shall mastery win!
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