Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/123



HEAR thy voice!—

Ah, love, I hear thy voice!

Faint as the sound of distant waters falling,

I hear thy voice above me calling, calling,—

And my imprisoned heart,

Long held from thee apart,

Responsive thrills, half-tempted to rejoice.

In Hades though I be,

Where the unnumbered dead abide

In uneventful, sunless eventide,

I yet live on,—for thou rememberest me!

And like to far-off waters falling,

I hear thee, from the distance, calling,—

Eurydice! Beloved Eurydice!

In thy bright world I know,

The firstlings of the Spring begin to blow:

Moss-violet and saffron daffodil

Their perfumes new distil,

And through the veiled elysian hours,—

Sweeter for wafted scent of citron-flowers,—

Voices of nightingales soft come and go.