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TO YNEZ STACKABLE
In the soul of man there are many voices, / That silence wakens, and sound restrains: / A song of love, that the soul rejoices, / With windy music, and murmuring rains;
A song of light, when the dawn arises, / And earth lies shining, and wet with dew; / And life goes by, in a myriad guises, / Under a heaven of stainless blue.
The willows, bending over the river, / Where the water ripples between the reeds, / Where the shadows sway, and the pale lights quiver / On floating lily, and flowing weeds,
Have whispering voices, soft as showers / Of April falling on upland lawns, / On the nodding harebell, and pale wind-flowers, / Through silver evens, and golden dawns.
But softer than love, and deeper than longing / Are the sweet, frail voices of drifting ghosts; / In the soul of man they are floating, thronging / As wind-blown petals, pale, flickering hosts.