Beneath me seem’d alive! its pulse to throb
Through every trembling bush! its lungs to heave
Where soft-blown wind-sighs thrill’d the wooded hills!
And then, this great life broke in many lives,
All one through sympathy. In lieu of clouds,
The gusty breeze caught up the fluttering lark
And shook down showers of trills that made bare rocks
More sweet than fount-spray’d flowers, while all the leaves
Went buzzing on their boughs like swarming bees.
Then reverence hush’d the whole; for, greeting me,