Poems (Procter)/Voices of the Past
VOICES OF THE PAST.
OU wonder that my tears should flow In listening to that simple strain;That those unskilful sounds should fill My soul with joy and pain:How can you tell what thoughts it stirs Within my heart again?You wonder why that common phrase, So all unmeaning to your ear,Should stay me in my merriest mood, And thrill my soul to hear:How can you tell what ancient charm Has made me hold it dear?
You marvel that I turn away From all those flowers so fair and bright,And gaze at this poor herb, till tears Arise and dim my sight: You cannot tell how every leaf Breathes of a past delight.
You smile to see me turn and speak With one whose converse you despise;You do not see the dreams of old That with his voice arise:How can you tell what links have made Him sacred in my eyes?
O these are Voices of the Past, Links of a broken chain,Wings that can bear me back to Times Which cannot come again:Yet God forbid that I should lose The echoes that remain!