The Voice That Came O’er Me Poem by Eliza Acton
The Voice That Came O’er Me
That voice came o'er me, like the tone
Of music, heard at Even,
From one sweet-breathing flute alone
Beneath the starlight heav'n:
So exquisitely soft-so clear-
Its murmurs sank upon mine ear!
And oh! it floats around me yet
At twilight's stilly hour,
And vainly would my soul forget
Its deep subduing pow'r:
For still, till thought, and feeling die,
Remembrance will its spell supply.
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