The Voice that came O’er Me

Eliza Acton

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That voice came o'er me, like the tone
Of music, heard at Even,
From one sweet-breathing flute alone
Beneath the starlight heav'n:
So exquisitely soft--so clear--
Its murmurs sank upon mine ear!

And oh! it floats around me yet
At twilight's stilly hour,
And vainly would my soul forget
Its deep subduing pow'r:
For still, till thought, and feeling die,
Remembrance will its spell supply.

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