MUSIC
Reading edition
Forever, they are telling me How futile are your words. And yet— It seems strange the spell you created when you spoke to me. I would never listen much to what you were saying, Because I was always hearing just the song in your voice. Quite ordinary things you would say, Such as: “I am really very tired tonight”—or “I wonder why the curtain is so late?” Or sometimes you would talk of simple things done during the day. But to me— To me it was all wonderful Because your voice Was mellow and low, And sounded like the muffled pealing Of some distant old church bell.