Speak not, to me, of mundane things,
The daily chores, which dull the mind,
But converse with a gentle voice that sings,
As if all the golden thoughts you find,
Have materialized thus, on scripted wings,
Leaving one's humdrum life behind.
© Ernestine Northover
Ernestine Northover
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gentle-voice/
