Poems (Kennedy)/Song and Singer

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SONG AND SINGER
I HEAR it in the vast, vague silences  I That thrall the ebon night,Singing its soul out to the pallid stars  That guard Elysian height.
At noon, high-tide of day's tumultuous roar,  'Tis calling, calling still;And, oh! it comes to me like pipes o' Pan  From off the sunset hill.
The dusk is vocal with its cadences  That throb from star to star,And, seraph-voiced, amid the radiant dawn  It lures me from a-far.
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Awake or half a-dream, I catch each note  As soft as coo of dove,For the song is sung straight into my heart,  And the name of the singer is Love!

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