Faint Whisperings

In solitude I hear faint whisperings

From some ethereal sphere where once I lived

And loved and learned before I came here through

The door of birth. And oftentimes when I

Firm-clasp a stranger's hand across the miles

Or at my door, I hear the distant bells

Of some far Temple where we both have knelt;

I breathe the fragrance of the jasmined-air

Of a celestial garden; hear the song

Of an aeolian harp that once was strummed

By heavenly winds ... I hear faint whisperings--

Perhaps the breath of immortality.