It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.
I throw a kiss across the sea, I drink the winds as drinking wine. And dream they all are blown from thee, I catch the whisper'd kiss of thine.joaquin miller
The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers, the woes of hopeless lovers, whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.john dryden
But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!william collins