A tone

I hear a tone so wondrous rare;

It fills my heart, 'tis ever there.

Ah, can it be the last faint breath

That stirr'd thy pallid lips ere death?

Is it the tender monotone

Of church bell which for thee made moan?

Lo, still it comes so full, so clear,

As though thy soul were floating near,

As though with love and yearning deep

You sang my bitter pain to sleep!