Of all fair sounds that I love,
remembered together
In one;and knew not whether
from waves of rustling mind of yours.
Or a descant in pairing time ,
Of warbling birds or watery bells
Of rivulets in the hills.
Or a sundown chaunting of solemn rocks,
Or memory of my books
Or the voice ,my happy lover of thee
Now seperated from me...
Forgotten dreams of a thousand days
In gathering to its ray.
In the dying of day light
With my book and all alone-
Of a sudden my heart
Paused,still as a stone!
I watched I listened ..
There was nothing to hear.
Yet I knew in the silence,
Somebody near.......
Through these narrow streaks
Of moon light peeping through my windows
Somebody near......
Either to comfort me ?
Or to make my eyes wet????
