Sophie Jewett - Sidney Lanier lyrics

The Southwind brought a voice; was it of bird? Or faint-blown reed? or string that quivered long? A haunting voice that woke into a song Sweet as a child's low laugh, or lover's word. We listened idly till it grew and stirred With throbbing chords of joy, of love, of wrong; A mighty music, resonant and strong; Our hearts beat higher for that voice far-heard. The Southwind brought a shadow, purple-dim, It swept across the warm smile of the sun; A sudden shiver pa**ed on field and wave; The gra**es grieved along the river's brim. We knew the voice was silent, the song done; We knew the shadow smote across a grave.