bubble-breath

Updated: May 4, 2025

Yes, thus it is: somewhere by me Unheard, by me unfelt, unknown, The laughing, rippling notes of thee Are sounding still; while I alone Am left to sit and sigh and say Music unheard is sweet as they. This is no momentary mood, and no light bubble-breath of improvisatory verse.

Margot Asquith - Margot Asquith, an Autobiography - Two Volumes in One