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Higginson and Bigelow, comps.  American Sonnets.  1891.
On Hearing an Eolian Harp
By Peter Bayley, Jr. (1778?–1823)
SURE ’t is the voice of choired saints that flows
  Along the billows of the softened breeze….
  And now, in falls and dying symphonies,
So sweet it glides, that forth my rapt soul goes
To join those hymnings, ta’en from all her woes.        5
  Yet once more, and once more, ye minstrelsies
  Of power, my stormy spirit to appease,
With some dissolving dream my thoughts compose….
Again your strains float, sinking on the wind,
  Soft, wild, and mournful all; now melt away,        10
  Faintly perceived, like some expiring ray
Of memory that trembles o’er the mind,
Lovely in its departure, still enshrined
  As the blest relic of a happy day.

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