TO ADHEMAR.
Reading edition
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E. A. L.
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Thy voice flows o’er my list’ning heart, like sound
From fairy fount, or lute in land of dreams,
And full thy loveliness upon me teems,
With thy bright presence lighting all around,
Until my pulses leap like rills unbound.
I see again thine eyes’ effulgent beams—
I walk with thee along the laughing streams—
Thro’ whispering groves—o’er flower-bespangled ground,
And feel thy glowing touch my heart-strings thrill,
As I upon thy doating arm recline,
Listing thee speak, from out thy spirit’s shrine.
Love-freighted words, whose heavenly music still
Steals softly o’er my weary, thirsting soul,
Exerting o’er it aye a calm and sweet control.