VI.
Oh, hush! Oh, hush! how wild a gush of rapture in the distance,—
A roll of rhymes, a toll of chimes, a cry for love's assistance;
A sound that wells from happy throats,
A flood of song where beauty floats,
And where our thoughts, like golden boats, do seem to cross a river.
VII.
This is the advent of the lark—the priest in gray apparel—
Who doth prepare to trill in air his sinless Summer carol;
This is the prelude to the lay