HEART-MUSIC

HEART‑MUSIC

Leaning almost upon thy breast

I heard thy heart's life - made unrest...

And thy heart's beating has a sound

That reminds me of aught I heard long ago,

Long before this life, but what

I do not know, I do not know...

'Twas something going round and round

Something of terrible and of strange

That even now doth shake my soul.

I strive to remember - I fail, l fail

The unmemoried memory doth shake my soul.

'Twas something terrible and strange,

Going round and going round,

And it had a sound like thy heart's beat...

The memory hangs on my soul's darkness

But notion from my mind doth fleet.

I remember but this: it went round and round

And now thy heart hath such a sound.