Warm whisp’ring through the slender olive leaves
Came to me a gentle sound,
Whis’pring of a secret found
In the clear sunshine ‘mid the golden sheaves:
Said it was sleeping for me in the morn,
Called it gladness, called it joy,
Drew me on ‘Come hither, boy.’
To where the blue wings rested on the corn.
I thought the gentle sound had whispered true
Thought the little heaven mine,
Leaned to clutch the thing divine,
And saw the blue wings melt within the blue!
(George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans))
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