I Hear Sweet Melodies Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I hear sweet melodies,
Drifting through the air;
From angels or wind in the trees,
Tuneful whispers everywhere.
My heart belongs to her,
And every word it knows;
Everything becomes clear,
In the sounding that flows.

Singing from sweet angels,
Grows into my soul;
Like summer aromatic smells,
It always is so extol.
Like falls that flow to sea,
Its water nourishes;
Now these songs belong to me,
And my lonely wishes.

Won't you whisper some more,
To sea waving billows;
And bring them homeward to my shore,
On to my sleepy pillows.
So I'll dream melodies,
That will tender my heart;
Bring me wind from the trees,
That will never depart.