Trumbull Stickney - Service lyrics

Chide me not, darling, that I sing Familiar thoughts and metres old: Nay, do not scold My spirit's childish uttering. I know not why 't is that or this I murmur to you thus or so: Only I know It throbs across my silences, It blows over my heart,—a long Infinite wind, again, again! Again! and then My life kneels down into a song.