brokenby

Updated: May 17, 2025

This short reverie of love and hate was brokenby the sound of a clear, mellow voice, which, in the universal stillness of the hour, seemed almost like the voice of a spirit. It was a voice, without the accompaniment of any instrument, singing those sweet lines of Goethe; "Under the tree-tops is quiet now! In all the woodlands hearest thou Not a sound! The little birds are asleep in the trees,

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Hyperion