I hear the distant murmur of the fountain Flowing in flute-like music down the wind; The voice of torrents on the far-off mountain Sounds like the utterance of a kindred mind. The bees' low monotone floats from the bowers; The ivy rustles like a living thing; The balmy breath of fragrant summer flowers Fans my flushed brow like some kind angel's wing. Soft as the murmur of a maiden dreaming, Ripples the cooing accent of the dove; And all around me here the sunshine streaming, Wavers and quivers like the light of love. Through my worn heart there flows a sound of singing, And on my soul crowd visions of the past, The pulses of my life again are ringing, For Hope has come to me—has come at last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRYSTAL GAZER by SARA TEASDALE A GIRL'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES TO A DOG by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY BOY BRITTAN [FEBRUARY 8, 1862] by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON |