My darling scarce thinks music sweet save mine: 'Tis that she does but love me more than hear. She'll not believe my voice to stranger ear Is merely measure to the note and line; "Not so," she says; "Thou hast a secret thine: The others' singing's only rich, or clear, But something in thy tones brings music near; As though thy song could search me and divine." Oh voice of mine that in some day not far Time, the strong creditor, will call his debt, Will dull--and even to her--will rasp and mar, Sing Time asleep because of her regret, Be twice thy life the thing her fancies are, Thou echo to the self she knows not yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SCARLET TANAGER by JOEL BENTON SEVEN TIMES ONE [- CHILDHOOD. EXULTATION] by JEAN INGELOW A WINTER DAY by ALBERT LINDLEY BEANE THE VIVANDIERE ('70) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |