A Faint Note



I seem to hear a bar of music float
And swoon into the west ;
My ear can scarcely catch the whispered note,
But something in my breast
Blends with that strain, till both accord in one,
As cloud and colour blend at set of sun.

-Emily Pauline Johnson,
Flint and Feather, 1912







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