Songs of the Soul/Part 1/Methought I Heard a Voice
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METHOUGHT I HEARD A VOICE
Singing by the rill
My voice doth thrill
With echoes of my thought
By fancies brought.
My voice doth thrill
With echoes of my thought
By fancies brought.
I wandered in my play
On faerie fields away;
I stopped to muse, rejoice;—
Methought I heard a voice!
On faerie fields away;
I stopped to muse, rejoice;—
Methought I heard a voice!
The flowers of that field
Of wondrous hues,—perfumed
With essence of the heart—did yield
Delicious joys undreamed.
Of wondrous hues,—perfumed
With essence of the heart—did yield
Delicious joys undreamed.
Behind the thin bright veil
Of scented feelings
I saw some fitful flash:
Some Glistening Presence rush.
Of scented feelings
I saw some fitful flash:
Some Glistening Presence rush.
I tiptoe stood,
Listening, watching;
I poured my heart,
Listening, watching.
Listening, watching;
I poured my heart,
Listening, watching.