I hear sweet melodies, <br />Drifting through the air; <br />From angels or wind in the trees, <br />Tuneful whispers everywhere. <br />My heart belongs to her, <br />And every word it knows; <br />Everything becomes clear, <br />In the sounding that flows. <br /> <br />Singing from sweet angels, <br />Grows into my soul; <br />Like summer aromatic smells, <br />It always is so extol. <br />Like falls that flow to sea, <br />Its water nourishes; <br />Now these songs belong to me, <br />And my lonely wishes. <br /> <br />Won't you whisper some more, <br />To sea waving billows; <br />And bring them homeward to my shore, <br />On to my sleepy pillows. <br />So I'll dream melodies, <br />That will tender my heart; <br />Bring me wind from the trees, <br />That will never depart.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hear-sweet-melodies/
