LXX.
So like a spirit’s voice! a harping tone,
Lovely, yet ominous to mortal ear—
Such as might reach us from a world unknown,
Troubling man’s heart with thrills of joy and fear!
’Twas sweet!—yet those deep southern shades oppress’d
My soul with stillness, like the calms that rest
On melancholy waves:[310] I sigh’d to hear
Once more earth’s breezy sounds, her foliage fann’d,
And turn’d to seek the wilds of the red hunter’s land.