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 FAIRY CHILD by JOHN ANSTER THE VILLAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE THE PHILOSOPHER by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE SEA-LIMITS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI QUATRAIN: FAME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |