Classic Poem

She put on the headphone,
Idly, not knowing what she was to hear,
When, of a sudden, in her startled ear
That voice, to her once so well-known,
Again rang loud and clear —

That voice whose every tone
And accent once had been to her so dear:
And now he seemed to speak for all to hear
What then had been for her alone,
And murmured in her ear.

Listening, she caught no word
Of all the learned lore that he broadcast ...
But dreamed that he'd come back to her at last,
As, once again, love's very voice she heard
Speak out of the dead past.