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Like the sweet melody which faintly lingers
Quote byEmma Catherine Embury · 1806–1863
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Slender-leaved Gerardia: Sympathy", sts. 1–2. American Wild Flowers in their Native Haunts (New York: D. Appleton & Co., 1845) p. 91.
English (original)
Like the sweet melody which faintly lingers Upon the wind-harp's strings at close of day, When gently touch'd by evening's dewy fingers It breathes a low and melancholy lay; So the calm voice of sympathy meseemeth; And while its magic spell is round me cast, My spirit in its cloistered silence dreameth, And vaguely blends the future with the past.
— Emma Catherine Embury
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