Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[There is a voice too sweet, among the trees]
There is a voice too sweet, among the trees;A voice like harp of angel sounding low,
And ever-deepening as the breezes go,
Eager that honey of sweet sounds to seize!
Are these, indeed, not like the industrious bees,
Gathering that precious store, which doth o'erflow,
Upon their wandering way, as they did know
How richly this should all partakers please?—
Soft winds of Summer!—ye too stir my Heart;
But thence no music-honey can ye draw;
It is a hollow, hopeless thing apart—
Its leaves are written o'er with its life's law—
Black, bleak, and bitter suffering!—Scourge and smart
Pursue it still,—still back it shrinks in awe!
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