OH! ye voices gone, Sounds of other years! Hush that haunting tone, Melt me not to tears. All around forget, All who loved you well, Yet sweet voices, yet, O'er my soul ye swell. With the winds of Spring, With the breath of flowers, Floating back, ye bring Thoughts of banished hours, Hence your music take, Oh! ye voices gone! This lone heart ye make But more deeply lone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WAITING - BOTH by THOMAS HARDY A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO SHEPHERDS IN PRAISE OF ASTRAEA by MARY SIDNEY HERBERT THE MOWER AGAINST GARDENS by ANDREW MARVELL CRADLE SONG AT TWILIGHT by ALICE MEYNELL A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (2) by WALTER RALEIGH |