No, not more welcome the fairy numbers <br />Of music fall on the sleeper's ear, <br />When half awaking from fearful slumbers, <br />He thinks the full quire of heaven is near -- <br />Than came that voice, when, all forsaken, <br />This heart long had sleeping lain, <br />Nor thought its cold pulse would ever waken <br />To such benign blessed sounds again. <br /> <br />Sweet voice of comfort! 'twas like the stealing <br />Of summer wind through some wreathed shell -- <br />Each secret winding, each inmost feeling <br />Of all my soul echoed to its spell. <br />'Twas whisper'd balm -- 'twas sunshine spoken! -- <br />I'd live years of grief and pain <br />To have my long sleep of sorrow broken <br />By such benign blessed sounds again.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-not-more-welcome/
