No, not more welcome the fairy numbers Of music fall on the sleeper's ear, When, half awaking from fearful slumbers, He thinks the full quire of heaven is near -- Then came that voice, when, all forsaken, This heart long had sleeping lain, Nor thought its cold pulse would ever waken To such benign, blessed sounds again. Sweet voice of comfort! 'twas like the stealing Of summer wind through some wreathed shell -- Each secret winding, each inmost feeling Of all my soul echoed to its spell! -- 'Twas whisper'd balm -- 'twas sunshine spoken' -- I'd live years of grief and pain To have my long sleep of sorrow broken By such benign, blessed sounds again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUST & UNJUST by CHARLES SYNGE CHRISTOPHER BOWEN ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY BEFORE BANNOCKBURN by ROBERT BURNS DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL RETURN OF SPRING by PIERRE DE RONSARD IMPRESSIONS: LES SILHOUETTES by OSCAR WILDE MOTHER'S WORLD by MARGARET H. ALDEN CHINA 1937 by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER |