In glad or mournful anthem to the sky
Peals for the rites of marriage or the grave;
My being too, e’en like that fire-wrought bell,
To every passion’s touch, in mighty swell,
A solemn answer gave.
’Tis thus at night the wild harp, far and faint,
Blending with wailing streams its airy plaint,
Pours to the wind spontaneous melodies:
The charmed traveller stays his step to hear,
And thrilled with wonder, marvels whence so near