Know you the low pervading breeze <br />That softly sings <br />In the trembling leaves of twilight trees, <br />As if the wind were dreaming on its wings? <br />And have you marked their still degrees <br />Of ebbing melody, like the strings <br />Of a silver harp swept by a spirit's hand <br />In some strange glimmering land, <br />'Mid gushing springs, <br />And glistenings <br />Of waters and of planets, wild and grand! <br />And have you marked in that still time <br />The chariots of those shining cars <br />Brighten upon the hushing dark, <br />And bent to hark <br />That Voice, amid the poplar and the lime, <br />Pause in the dilating lustre <br />Of the spheral cluster; <br />Pause but to renew its sweetness, deep <br />As dreams of heaven to souls that sleep! <br />And felt, despite earth's jarring wars, <br />When day is done <br />And dead the sun, <br />Still a voice divine can sing, <br />Still is there sympathy can bring <br />A whisper from the stars! <br />Ah, with this sentience quickly will you know <br />How like a tree I tremble to the tones <br />Of your sweet voice! <br />How keenly I rejoice <br />When in me with sweet motions slow <br />The spiritual music ebbs and moans - <br />Lives in the lustre of those heavenly eyes, <br />Dies in the light of its own paradise, - <br />Dies, and relives eternal from its death, <br />Immortal melodies in each deep breath; <br />Sweeps thro' my being, bearing up to thee <br />Myself, the weight of its eternity; <br />Till, nerved to life from its ordeal fire, <br />It marries music with the human lyre, <br />Blending divine delight with loveliest desire.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-music/
