Founts, leaves, and flowers, with solemn rapture thrilling—
This is the soul of thy rich harmony.
This bears up high those breathings of devotion
Wherein the currents of thy heart gush free;
Therefore no world of sad and vain emotion
Is the dream-haunted music-land for thee.
THE BRIGAND LEADER AND HIS WIFE.
SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF EASTLAKE’S.
Dark chieftain of the heath and height!
Wild feaster on the hills by night!