Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC, With a living ecstasy of music Till the whole creation echo, echo, Echo till the tune dissolve the heavens? Still song lingers ; lamely from the lute-string Steals a breath of melody; the forest Treasures in its glades the sighs I utter. Yet I may be happy, storing honey Lover's lips hold, gathering the sunlight Eyes and hair have kept for me, delighting In the bells far-off, in yonder thrushes, In the tawny songster of the forest, In the stream’s song, in the words of passion Ringing true and deep and most enduring, Echoes of the deeper words unspoken In the hearts of two undying lovers. Will they pierce one day to other nations Clear and strong and triumphing? It may be. Then we shall not envy you, my Horace! 223