Melodious, swept a wonder-wealth of song
Vivifying all the air. Again my blood
It wrought to populous utterance, hot as strong
In riotous desire. Were it to Death,
My passion mouthed no bit, but in a flood
Tumultuous had swept me on its wide
Revelry high, out to the perilous Main
Lawless as limnless, save that the Spectral Bane
Fettered me helpless. So once more
My tongue uprose: “Show me thy script!” I cried,