Came mournful as a sigh!
Was it some spirit’s harp I heard,
Far in the land of dreams?
Was it the song of Eden’s bird?
Was it the lull of streams?
What was it? for I did not know
But ’twas an angel band
Come down, to bear me from below,
Up to the Spirit-land!
It murmur’d—rose—swell’d high and clear: