I strive to disentangle in my mind
Thy many-knotted threads of softest song,
Whose memory haunts me like a voiceless wind,
Whose silence does it wrong.
No single tone thereof, no perfect sound
Lingers, but dim remembrance of the whole;
A sound which was a Soul,
The Soul of sound diffused an atmosphere around!
So soft, so sweet, so mellow, rich and deep,
So like a heavenly soul’s ambrosial breath,