Some balm for human woes!
What form more lovely could be given
Than thine to messenger of heaven?[57]
INVOCATION.
Hush’d is the world in night and sleep—
Earth, sea, and air are still as death;
Too rude to break a calm so deep
Were music’s faintest breath.
Descend, bright visions! from aërial bowers,
Descend to gild your own soft silent hours.