Then an echo, soft and clear,—
Not the sound of lute or song of bird,
But the sweetest music ever heard,
Fell on my enchanted ear.
The silvered ripples all leaped for joy!
And over the waters glancing
I saw, in the light, a pretty sight;
In an ecstasy of glad delight,
The ripples all were dancing.
They danced in the midst where the stars look down—