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A Sound Is in My Ear To-Day

by Alexander Anderson

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To Music, to Becalm His Fever

by Robert Herrick

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A Sound Is in My Ear To-Day

by Alexander Anderson

A sound is in my ear to-day,
And playful fancies with it throng;
It follows me and all the way
It haunts me like a snatch of song.

I know not what it all may mean,
I dimly ask myself, and say,
"Something that thou hast heard or seen,
In some forgotten summer day.

"A summer day when paradise
Lay near to earth as near could be,
When all the hills were red with fire,
And heather humming with the bee."

And it is this; an upland gleam
Of sunshine such as warms and thrills;
The tinkle of a quiet stream,
That broke the stillness of the hills.

To Music, to Becalm His Fever

by Robert Herrick

Charm me asleep, and melt me so
With thy delicious numbers;
That being ravish'd, hence I go
Away in easy slumbers.
Ease my sick head,
And make my bed,
Thou Power that canst sever
From me this ill;—
And quickly still,
Though thou not kill
My fever.

Thou sweetly canst convert the same
From a consuming fire,
Into a gentle-licking flame,
And make it thus expire.
Then make me weep
My pains asleep,
And give me such reposes,
That I, poor I,
May think, thereby,
I live and die
'Mongst roses.

Fall on me like a silent dew,
Or like those maiden showers,
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptism o'er the flowers.
Melt, melt my pains
With thy soft strains;
That having ease me given,
With full delight,
I leave this light,
And take my flight
For Heaven.

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