I hear the distant murmur of the fountain Flowing in flute-like music down the wind; The voice of torrents on the far-off mountain Sounds like the utterance of a kindred mind. The bees' low monotone floats from the bowers; The ivy rustles like a living thing; The balmy breath of fragrant summer flowers Fans my flushed brow like some kind angel's wing. Soft as the murmur of a maiden dreaming, Ripples the cooing accent of the dove; And all around me here the sunshine streaming, Wavers and quivers like the light of love. Through my worn heart there flows a sound of singing, And on my soul crowd visions of the past, The pulses of my life again are ringing, For Hope has come to me—has come at last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LILIES: 12. 'YET I ENDURE.' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 5 by ROBERT BROWNING THE SONG OF THE SOWER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT REQUIESCAT by FRANK FREDERICK CLOUSER |