The voice that sings across the night <br />Of long forgotten days and things, <br />Is there an ear to hear aright <br />The voice that sings? <br /> <br />It is as when a curfew rings <br />Melodious in the dying light, <br />A sound that flies on pulsing wings. <br /> <br />And faded eyes that once were bright <br />Brim over, as to life it brings <br />The echo of a dead delight, <br />The voice that sings.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-voice-that-sings/
