And we talk'd — oh, how we talk'd! her voice so cadenc'd in the talking,
Made another singing — of the soul! a music without bars —
While the leafy sounds of woodlands, humming round where we were walking,
Brought interposition worthy — sweet, — as skies about the stars,
And she spake such good thoughts natural, as if she always thought them.

Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)