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...Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they...her accents there, Fain to be hearkened? When those belli Possessed the mid-day air, Strove not her steps to reach my side 'I wish that he were come to...

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...Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together. " I wish that he were come to me, For he will come," she said. " Have I not prayed in heaven? On earth,...

...without the archaism of the main poem, the thoughts of the distant lover, still enchained by earth — " (Ah sweet ! Even now, in that bird's song, Strove...steps to reach my side Down all the echoing stair ?) " The delicate quaintness of the poem is in itself a charm, though it is strained to its utmost...

...archaism of the main poem, the thoughts of the distant lover, still enchained by earth — " (Ah sweet 1 Even now, in that bird's song, Strove not her accents...steps to reach my side Down all the echoing stair ?) " The delicate quaintness of the poem is in itself a charm, though it is strained to its utmost...

...like a little feather fluttering far down the gulf ; and now She spoke through the still weather, iler e of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. ill no one tell me what she sings ? — >rhaps harkened ? When those bells Possessed the mid-day air, Strove not her steps to reach my side Down all...

...Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the Gulf ; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together. ,,i, . (Ah, sweet ! even now, in that bird's song, Strove not her accents there, Fain to be hearkened...

...feminine, her every thought wore a changeable strain like flower leaves wet with the sunset rain ; while her voice was like the voice the stars had when they sang together. She had a heart vibrating between love and prayer; nine hundred paters every day and thrice nine hundred...