Breathes of delight! Through all its glowing realms
Doth music blend with fragrance; and e’en here
The city’s voice of jubilee is heard,
Till each light leaf seems trembling unto sounds
Of human joy!
Raim. There lie far deeper things—
Things that may darken thought for life, beneath
That city’s festive semblance. I have pass’d
Through the glad multitudes, and I have mark’d
A stern intelligence in meeting eyes,