"thy voice doth move me so!"

"Song of Love"
Oh, speak, thy voice doth move me so!
Each word that from thy mouth doth flow
Is like an echoing melody,
When thy voice dies upon my ears,
My soul, as does a temple, hears
The calm voice of the deity.
A breath, a word, and then words cease,
It matters not, this perfect peace
Is filled with meaning, and in dream
My soul shall probe it to the core,
Just as the surf upon the shore
Would fathom the secretive stream.
Sounds which upon thy mouth expire,
A moan, a whisper of desire,
Are with my heart in sweet accord:
As, when it passes through a lyre,
The wind's breath, even as a choir,
Becomes a most enchanting chord.


~ an excerpt from the poem "Chant d'amour II" by Alphonse de Lamartine