Unanswered voices in the wild;
The settled hush of birds in nest
Becharms, and all the wood enthralls:
Memory’s self is so beguiled
That Mosby seems a satyr’s child.
They lived as in the Eerie Land—
The fire-flies showed with fairy gleam;
And yet from pine-tops one might ken
The Capitol dome—hazy—sublime—
A vision breaking on a dream: