Softly o'er my anguish stealing, Sweet heart-echoes sigh, revealing That this woe is not past healing! Round my heart soft glances twining, In my soul an image shrining, Driveth far all care and pining! All my life and mind are growing To that dear face, heaven-glowing, O'er my heart new radiance throwing! Can I e'er forget when seeing First that rare and radiant being, At her voice all sorrow fleeing? Wordless, motionless, but drinking Love-draughts from her star-eyes, thinking How my soul to hers was linking, I sat gazing, nothing heeding Aught of earth except time's speeding, Through her eyes her pure soul reading! And the music of her voice crept Nestling to my heart, and there slept, While beneath the joy that heart leapt! Through my soul that voice still thrilling, With new thoughts that soul is filling, Every pain and sorrow stilling! To my heart that voice still clinging, Ever through that heart is ringing, Like a choir of angels singing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPHONIC STUDIES (AFTER ROBERT SCHUMANN) by EMMA LAZARUS HEALALL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE INEVITABLE by SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON ST. ISAAC'S CHURCH, PETROGRAD by CLAUDE MCKAY THE HIGH-PRIEST TO ALEXANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON ALEC YEATON'S SON; GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |