Classic Poem

A viewless phantom of sweet sound
Lingers within my ravished brain;
Scarce have I all its dream-notes found —
Its thread of melody unwound —
When strange! I lose the magic strain.

I muse, while ev'ry fibre rings,
And list again with avid ear
To charm the harmony it sings —
And tempt upon its tuneful wings —
That echo of a godlier sphere.

But ah! I cannot break the spell
Although it haunteth me the same:
But I have learnt to know it well,
And think its meaning I can tell —
For 'tis my heart that sighs thy name.