Verses
By Edith Wharton
12 Sep, 2019
Excerpt.....
O soft, caressing sound, more sweet than scent
Of violets in woody hollows! Tone
As amorous as the ring-dove’s tender moan,
Beneath the spreading forest’s leafy tent;
What mystery of earth or air hath lent,
Thee that bewitchi
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Excerpt.....
O soft, caressing sound, more sweet than scent
Of violets in woody hollows! Tone
As amorous as the ring-dove’s tender moan,
Beneath the spreading forest’s leafy tent;
What mystery of earth or air hath lent,
Thee that bewitching music, where the drone,
Of Summer bees in dewy buds new blown,
With trembling, fainting melody is blent?
What master did conceive thee, as the sound,
Most fit to woo his lady from her rest,
What wakeful maiden in thy wooing found,
The passion of her lover first exprest,
And from her silken pillows, beauty-crowned,
Stept forth and smiled on him who loved her best? Less