I.
Hark! through these flowers our music sends its greeting
To your loved halls, where Psilas shuns the day;
When the young god his Cretan nymph was meeting
He taught Pan’s rustic pipe this gliding lay:
Soft as the dews of wine
Shed in this banquet hour,
The rich libation of Sound’s stream divine,
O reverent harp, to Aphrodite pour!
II.
Wild rings the trump o’er ranks to glory marching;
Music’s sublimer bursts for war are meet;
But sweet lips murmuring under wreaths o’er-arching,
Find the low whispers like their own most sweet.
Steal, my lull’d music, steal
Like womans’s half-heard tone,
So that whoe’er shall hear, shall think to feel
In thee the voice of lips that love his own.
(Edward George Bulwer-Lytton)
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