LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC,
With a living ecstasy of music
Till the whole creation echo, echo,
Echo till the tune dissolve the heavens?
Still song lingers ; lamely from the lute-string
Steals a breath of melody; the forest
Treasures in its glades the sighs I utter.
Yet I may be happy, storing honey
Lover's lips hold, gathering the sunlight
Eyes and hair have kept for me, delighting
In the bells far-off, in yonder thrushes,
In the tawny songster of the forest,
In the stream’s song, in the words of passion
Ringing true and deep and most enduring,
Echoes of the deeper words unspoken
In the hearts of two undying lovers.
Will they pierce one day to other nations
Clear and strong and triumphing?
It may be.
Then we shall not envy you, my Horace!
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