No, not more welcome the fairy numbers Of music fall on the sleeper's ear, When, half awaking from fearful slumbers, He thinks the full quire of heaven is near -- Then came that voice, when, all forsaken, This heart long had sleeping lain, Nor thought its cold pulse would ever waken To such benign, blessed sounds again. Sweet voice of comfort! 'twas like the stealing Of summer wind through some wreathed shell -- Each secret winding, each inmost feeling Of all my soul echoed to its spell! -- 'Twas whisper'd balm -- 'twas sunshine spoken' -- I'd live years of grief and pain To have my long sleep of sorrow broken By such benign, blessed sounds again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWEET MEETING OF DESIRES by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE A RECIPE FOR SALAD by SYDNEY SMITH SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE by WALT WHITMAN LITANY TO SATAN by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LARABELLE; CANTO THIRD by LEVI BISHOP THE THING TO DO by GAMALIEL BRADFORD EXTRACTS FROM NEW-YEAR'S VERSES FOR 1825 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |