ONE, or a thousand voices? -- filling noon With such an undersong and drowsy chant As sings in ears that waken from a swoon, And know not yet which world such murmurs haunt: Single, then double beats, reiterant; Far off and near; one ceaseless, changeless tune. If bird or breeze awake the dreamy will, We lose the song, as it had never been; Then suddenly we find 't is singing still And had not ceased. -- So, friend of mine, within My thoughts one underthought, beneath the din Of life, doth every quiet moment fill. Thy voice is far, thy face is hid from me, But day and night are full of dreams of thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER THE RABBIT by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MOVING ROCKS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS SPARROWS SELF-DOMESTICATED IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE by VINCENT BOURNE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 12 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AN INVITATION TO THE COUNTRY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: SECOND SQUIRE (2) by THOMAS CAMPION |