Songs of the Soul/Part 1/Methought I Heard a Voice

by Swami Yogananda

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METHOUGHT I HEARD A VOICE

Singing by the rill
My voice doth thrill
With echoes of my thought
By fancies brought.

I wandered in my play
On faerie fields away;
I stopped to muse, rejoice;—
Methought I heard a voice!

The flowers of that field
Of wondrous hues,—perfumed
With essence of the heart—did yield
Delicious joys undreamed.

Behind the thin bright veil
Of scented feelings
I saw some fitful flash:
Some Glistening Presence rush.

I tiptoe stood,
Listening, watching;
I poured my heart,
Listening, watching.