Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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LOW SIGH OF LOVE. |
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LOW SIGH OF LOVE.
Low Sigh of Love! what sayst thou to the Soul?
Thou mak'st one thrilling echo of the whole;
The melody of birds in opening Spring,
When at fresh dawn the woods awakening ring—
The voice of murmuring waves, in sultry days—
Where some tired wanderer parched and panting strays
Are discord, or are silence to the heart,
Low Sigh of Love, compared with what thou art!
Thou mak'st one thrilling echo of the whole;
The melody of birds in opening Spring,
When at fresh dawn the woods awakening ring—
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Where some tired wanderer parched and panting strays
Are discord, or are silence to the heart,
Low Sigh of Love, compared with what thou art!
The sweet, wild echoes of an Ave song,
Charming the stillness with their airy throng,
So soft—so holy—or the windy moan
That wakes the Æolian-harp's unearthly tone,—
Or the faint dip of distant, measured oars—
Or whisper of sweet reeds on loveliest shores—
Are discord,—or are silence to the heart,
Low Sigh of Love! compared with what thou art!
Charming the stillness with their airy throng,
So soft—so holy—or the windy moan
That wakes the Æolian-harp's unearthly tone,—
Or the faint dip of distant, measured oars—
Or whisper of sweet reeds on loveliest shores—
Are discord,—or are silence to the heart,
Low Sigh of Love! compared with what thou art!
The evening sound of wings that beat the air,
To wake a thrill of more than music there—
The sea-shell's watery melodies, that seem
To melt the Soul into one ocean-dream,
The breezes, mid the leaves, or on the waves,
That, sure, wake Spirit-sounds from aëry graves—
All, all are very discord to the Heart,
Low Sigh of Love! compared with what thou art!
To wake a thrill of more than music there—
The sea-shell's watery melodies, that seem
To melt the Soul into one ocean-dream,
The breezes, mid the leaves, or on the waves,
That, sure, wake Spirit-sounds from aëry graves—
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Low Sigh of Love! compared with what thou art!
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