Thrill’d the rapt breast, and charm’d the list’ning ear.
XV.
And still the while, with voices loud and sweet,
The warbling birds in dulcet concert join’d,
The waters murm’ring flow with cadence meet,
“Low answer’d by the gently whisp’ring wind.”
XVI.
These themes of wonder silent I survey’d,
Attentive hanging on each dying sound;
Pleas’d with the glories which I saw display’d,