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The sweetest noise on earth, a woman’s tongue; A string which hath no discord.
Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.
I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.
There’s not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow’r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells…
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, – as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
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