OVER my soul the great thoughts roll Like the waves of a mighty sea; But clear through the rushing and surging there sounds A wonderful music to me. So sweet, so low, the harmonies flow; They rise and they fall, they come and they go; Wonderful, beautiful, soft, and slow. Not here, not there, not in this calm air, Nor born of the silver sea; Immortal -- beyond all the music of man -- It is love that is singing to me. So sweet, so low, the harmonies flow; They rise and they fall, they come and they go; Wonderful, beautiful, soft, and slow. Not mine alone this melting tone -- The soul of it comes from thee -- For thou in thy bosom art singing of love, And the music flows over to me. So sweet, so low, the harmonies flow; They rise and they fall, they come and they go; Wonderful, beautiful, soft, and slow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPELLATE JURISDICTION by MARIANNE MOORE JOHN BARLEYCORN by ROBERT BURNS THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON CHURCH-MUSICK [CHURCH MUSIC] by GEORGE HERBERT SONGS WITH PRELUDES: REGRET by JEAN INGELOW |