The Voice That Sings

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Title:     The Voice That Sings
Author: Robert F. Murray [More Titles by Murray]

The voice that sings across the night
Of long forgotten days and things,
Is there an ear to hear aright
The voice that sings?

It is as when a curfew rings
Melodious in the dying light,
A sound that flies on pulsing wings.

And faded eyes that once were bright
Brim over, as to life it brings
The echo of a dead delight,
The voice that sings.

[The end]
Robert F. Murray's poem: Voice That Sings

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