“‘A whisper broke the air,”—
said Phœbe, pausing. “Now I remember:—
‘A whisper broke the air,—
A soft light tone, and low,
Yet barb’d with shame and woe;
Now, might it only perish there,
Nor further go!
Ah me! a quick and eager ear
Caught up the little meaning sound!
Another voice has breathed it clear,