. Lyrics from a library . ) And blent with these are heavenly whisperings \As faint as whitening poplars make at dawn,Sublime suggestions of fine-fingered stringsTouched in celestial air,And earthward through the dulling etherdrawn,Yet falling on us more than earthly fair;The voice divine that young Endymion knewIn the cool woodlands darkmost depths bynight,When godlike ardors thrilled him through andthrough;And his voice from the heightWhither, on wakening, drenched with chilly dew,He sought the goddess in the gathering light. But ah, what mournful memories are mine, Song-wakened at this lavi

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. Lyrics from a library . ) And blent with these are heavenly whisperings \As faint as whitening poplars make at dawn,Sublime suggestions of fine-fingered stringsTouched in celestial air,And earthward through the dulling etherdrawn,Yet falling on us more than earthly fair;The voice divine that young Endymion knewIn the cool woodlands darkmost depths bynight,When godlike ardors thrilled him through andthrough;And his voice from the heightWhither, on wakening, drenched with chilly dew,He sought the goddess in the gathering light. But ah, what mournful memories are mine, Song-wakened at this lavish summer-tide!Can I forget that sombre cypress lineBy old Romes ruined wall, The lonely grave that alien grasses hide,And the pathetic silence shrouding all?Who would forget ? Blest be the song that bears My soul across aerial seas of spaceAs wingedly as airy fancy fares! For now that earths worn faceThe radiant glow of lifes renewal wears, Would I in reverence see* that sacred place. 10

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