poet-souls

Updated: May 7, 2025

Believe, dear Friends, they murmur still Some sweet accord to those you play, That happier winds of Eden thrill With echoes of the earthly lay; That he, for every triumph won, Whereto your poet-souls aspire, Sees opening, in that perfect sun, Another blossom's bud of fire!

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862