This ceased; and next a music rivalling
The spheral chime that fills the starry sky,
An intervolved Æolian harmony,
Stole through the porch of sound into the hall
Where my delighted spirit sat enthroned,
And from their cells the loftiest thoughts, that woned
Therein, rapt into ecstasy, did call—
A sudden shriek of keenest anguish broke
My breathless rapture, and the silver chain
Of that wild song, alas! Cymindis’ note