Seems to me I've heard that tone
Somewhere on a beach before
Or whisp'ring
Through the trees.
'Tis surely not my own
Still
Memory
Of voice which leaves me
Breathless, shaking -
Wond'ring if lips which shape the moan
Will e'er arouse my soul in Passion quaking . . .
Delicacy of mortal song,
Must I listen to you 'lone?
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