John Kenyon - Reminiscence lyrics

TO--- Yes, Lady! yes—that voice of thine, That voice of thine, whose strange control Steals o'er this wondering heart of mine, As forth the touching accents roll; On which, beneath the noon-day grove, So late my rapt attention hung, While that sweet tale of father's love Came faltering from a daughter's tongue; Yes, Lady! yes—that voice of thine Recalls a voice I knew before, And well may stir this heart of mine With throbs it deemed to feel no more. And then thy sweetly-pensive smile, Whose sweetness seems to strive with pain, This, too, in her beloved erewhile, In thee betrays my heart again. Yet when to smile of thine I cling, I seem as to the dead untrue; And what a joy thy voice would bring, But that it brings a sorrow too! I look—I listen—loth to part; Yet wish that we had never met; And feel how sadly fares a heart, Twixt love that vibrates and regret.