What music this that stirs the soul,
With thoughts sublime, from gods above?
A tender word on heart inscroll,
Sweet memories of life and love.
As nightengale in evening sings,
Soft melodies touch deep within,
And free the heart on feathered wings,
To rise above our daily din.
A soothing balm, one's pain it frees,
Love's madrigal, from goddess lips,
As gentle wind on satin seas,
Doth fill the sails of passion ships.
What creature this? What magic dear?
'Tis sonnets voice, that thou dost hear.