Her voice! Like a tone from a thread of gold On a shield of silver it thrills the soul— Like the sigh of the sea when the night is old And the dawn star floats in its purple bowl— Like the crooning night adrift in the spray Of crimson and gold on the shores of day! Her voice, like a theme of passionate things— Like a song in a dream of delight, unguessed— Like the mythical music of angels' wings, Seems like a strain from a hymn of the blessed— Seems like an echo of the voice of her The first man loved as a worshiper! May her dear voice sing to me so through the years, With its melody marvelous, always new— With its music, distilled of delight and tears, As the days are dark or the skies are blue— May it be such a song as Eve first sung To the love of her love when the world was young! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN INTRA-MURAL RAT by MARIANNE MOORE OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER NIGHT IN ARIZONA by SARA TEASDALE PROLONGED SONNET: WHEN THE TROOPS WERE RETURNING FROM MILAN by NICCOLO DEGLI ALBIZZI A CHILD'S PRAYER [OR, HYMN] by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |