A WHISPER woke the air, A soft, light tone, and low, Yet barbed with shame and woe. Ah! might it only perish there, Nor farther go! But no! a quick and eager ear Caught up the little, meaning sound; Another voice has breathed it clear; And so it wandered round From ear to lip, from lip to ear, Until it reached a gentle heart That throbbed from all the world apart And that -- it broke! It was the only heart it found, -- The only heart 't was meant to find, When first its accents woke. It reached that gentle heart at last, And that -- it broke! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LONESOME CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE COAT OF FIRE by EDITH SITWELL |