George Darley (Джордж Дарли)

Lenimina Laborum. 23. To Heroa

As the brook's song that lulls the quiet lawn,
As meadowy music heard on mountains liigh,
As cherubs' hymns sung in the ear of Dawn,
When the entranced stars go lingering by,—
So sweet the tremulous voice of her I love!
It seems as if thy bosom, all too weak
To utter the rude murmur of a dove,
Were framed almost too delicate to speak.
Hast thou a little lyre hung in thy breast,
Thy fine heart-strings weft for its slender chords?
Methinks, so sweetly are thy thoughts exprest,
'Tis this that makes the music of thy words!
Even in thy tones that are, or would be gay.
The sigh-swept lyre but seems at melancholy play.

1. Lenimina Laborum. 57. The Temptress of the Cave
2. Robin’s Cross
3. Lenimina Laborum. 27. The Free-Booter
4. Lenimina Laborum. 35. Departing Music
5. Lenimina Laborum. 28. To My Dead Mistress

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