Exulting, and he raised his spear to strike.
That instant, o’er the Briton’s unseen harp
The gale of morning passed, and swept its strings
Into so sweet a harmony, that sure
It seemed no earthly tune. The savage man
Suspends his stroke; he looks astonished round;
No human hand is near:—and hark! again
The aërial music swells and dies away.
Then first the heart of Tialala felt fear:
He thought that some protecting spirit watched