Your beauty lives in mystic melodies, <br />And all the light about you breathes a song. <br />Your voice awakes the dreaming airs that throng <br />Within our music-haunted memories. <br />The sirens' strain that sank within the seas <br />When men forgot to listen, floats along <br />Your voice's undercurrent soft and strong. <br />Sicilian shepherds pipe beneath the trees; <br />Along the purple hills of drifted sand, <br />A lone Egyptian plays an ancient flute; <br />At dawn the Memnon gives his old salute <br />Beside the Nile, by desert breezes fanned. <br />The music faints about you as you stand, <br />And with the Orphean lay it trembles mute.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-eleonora-duse-ii/
