"MURMURING, 'twixt a murmur and moan, Many a tune in a single tone, For every ear with a secret true— The sea-shell wants to whisper to you." "Yes—I hear it—far and faint, Like thin-drawn prayer of drowsy saint; Like the muffled sounds of a summer rain; Like the wash of dreams in a weary brain." "By smiling lip and fixed eye, You are hearing a song within the sigh: The murmurer has many a lovely phrase— Tell me, darling, the words it says." "I hear a wind on a boatless main Sigh like the last of a vanishing pain; On the dreaming waters dreams the moon— But I hear no words in the doubtful tune." "If it tell thee not that I love thee well, 'Tis a senseless, wrinkled, ill-curved shell: If it be not of love, why sigh or sing? 'Tis a common, mechanical, stupid thing!" "It murmurs, it whispers, with prophet voice Of a peace that comes, of a sealed choice; It says not a word of your love to me, But it tells me I love you eternally." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I WOULD LIVE IN YOUR LOVE by SARA TEASDALE THE SONG OF THE MOUTH-ORGAN by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE WOUND-DRESSER by WALT WHITMAN THE LITTLE MATCH-GIRL by HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN AUSTERITY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD |