Heart-music (Alexander Search)

Leaning almost upon thy breast
I heard thy heart's life - made unrest...

And thy heart's beating has a sound
That reminds me of aught I heard long ago,
Long before this life, but what
I do not know, I do not know...
'Twas something going round and round
Something of terrible and of strange
That even now doth shake my soul.
I strive to remember - I fail, l fail
The unmemoried memory doth shake my soul.
‘Twas something terrible and strange,
Going round and going round,
And it had a sound like thy heart's beat...
The memory hangs on my soul's darkness
But notion from my mind doth fleet.
I remember but this: it went round and round
And now thy heart hath such a sound.


12-1905