Jenny Lind

There was a something in your song, men say
    No later singer voices: some strange power
Like to the essence in a rare June day,
    Or like the subtle perfume of a flower.
Awed and inspired, your listeners turned away,
    Baptized in your sweet music's holy shower.
For through that music shone the glorious dower
    Of your great soul: here all the secret lay.

Not for the honours of this earth you sang -
    Not for its gold or glory, not for art,
Not for the fortunes at your fair feet hurled.
    The love of God through all your measures rang,
And each pure note bespoke a noble heart.
    When worth weds genius, lo! they rule the world.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox was an American author and poet, born on November 5, 1850, and died on October 30, 1919. She was known for her works expressing optimistic views and moral lessons. Her most famous book was 'Poems of Passion'. Her poem 'Solitude' contains the famous lines, 'Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone'. Over her career, Wilcox became popularly known as a 'people's poet'.

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    Of late all men have sounded.    She for whom
    Young Angus rashly sought a silent tomb
Rather than live without her all his days.

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When My Sweet Lady Sings

When she, my lady, smiles,
I feel as one who, lost in darksome wilds,
Sees suddenly the sun in middle sky
Shining upon him like a great glad eye.
    When my sweet lady smiles.

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I feel as one who some elixir quaffs;
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And when my lady sings,
Oh then I hear the beat of silver wings;
All that is earthly from beneath me slips,
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The Radiant Rulers of Mystic Regions
Where souls of artists are fitted for birth
Gathered together their lovely legions
And fashioned a woman to shine on earth.
    They bathed her in splendour,
    They made her tender,
They gave her a nature both sweet and wild;
They gave her emotions like storm-stirred oceans,
And they gave her the heart of a little child.

These Radiant Rulers (who are not human
Nor yet divine like the gods above)
Poured all their gifts in the soul of woman,
That fragile vessel meant only for love.
    Still more they taught her,
    Still more they brought her,
Till they gave her the world for a harp one day:
    And they bade her string it,
    They bade her ring it,
While the stars all wondered to hear her play.

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Jenny Allen.

I never shall hear your voice again,
Your voice so gentle and low
But the thought of you, Jenny Allen,
Will go with me where I go.
Your sweet voice drowns the Atlantic wave
And the rush of the Alpine snow.

You were very fair, Jenny Allen,
Fair as a woodland rose;
Your heart was pure as an angel's heart,
Too good for earth and its woes,
And I loved you, Jenny Allen,
With a sorrowful love, God knows.

You loved me, Jenny Allen,
My sorrow made me wise;
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Do you know what moves the tides
    As they swing from low to high?
'Tis the love, love, love,
    Of the moon within the sky.
Oh! they follow where she guides,
Do the faithful-hearted tides.

Do you know what moves the earth
    Out of winter into spring?
'Tis the love, love, love,
    Of the sun, the mighty king.
Oh the rapture that finds birth
In the kiss of sun and earth!

Do you know what makes sweet songs
    Ring for me above earth's strife?
'Tis the love, love, love,
    That you bring into my life,
Oh the glory of the songs
In the heart where love belongs!

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