Classic Poem

Oh ! ye voices gone,
Sounds of other years,
Hush that haunting tone,
Melt me not to tears!

All around forget,
All who love you well,
Yet, sweet voices, yet
O'er my soul ye swell.

With the winds of spring,
With the breath of flowers,
Floating back, ye bring
Thoughts of vanish'd hours.

Hence your music take,
Oh! ye voices gone!
This lone heart ye make
But more deeply lone.