by Mary Ann Evans (1819 - 1880), as George Eliot

Warm whisp'ring through the slender...
Language: English 
Warm whisp'ring through the slender olive leaves
  Came to me a gentle sound,
  Whisepring of a secret found
In the clear sunshine 'mid the golden sheaves:
Said it was sleeping for me in the morn,
  Called it gladness, called it joy,
  Drew me on -- "Come hither, boy" --
To where the blue wings rested on the corn.
I thought the gentle sound had whispered true, --
  Thought the little heaven mine,
  Leaned to clutch the thing divine,
And saw the blue wings melt within the blue!

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Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 84