.. That Voice ..

That Voice

What is that voice she hears at night
That bids her troubles go away?
Where does it come from, who is he
To plumb her dreams this way?

The moon shines in upon her bed,
The stars start dancing in her head;
The voice she hears, he calls her name:
“Uncurl yourself, and leave this shame”

Who is is that becalms her so?
Why do her thoughts so fairly glow?
Can she there trust these words of peace
Whose known no rest and no surcease?

What is that voice she hears at night
That bids her troubles go away?
Where does it come from, who is he
To paint her satin dreams this way?

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