Robert Fuller Murray

(1863 - 1894 / United States)

The Voice That Sings - Poem by Robert Fuller Murray

The voice that sings across the night
Of long forgotten days and things,
Is there an ear to hear aright
The voice that sings?

It is as when a curfew rings
Melodious in the dying light,
A sound that flies on pulsing wings.

And faded eyes that once were bright
Brim over, as to life it brings
The echo of a dead delight,
The voice that sings.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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