Whose touch mysterious may on earth dissolve
Those links of music, elsewhere will evolve
Their grand consummate hymn, from passion-gusts made free!
[432] Written after reading some of the earlier poems of the late Mrs Tighe, which had been lent her in manuscript.
ON WATCHING THE FLIGHT OF A SKYLARK.
Upward and upward still!—in pearly light
The clouds are steep’d! the vernal spirit sighs
With bliss in every wind, and crystal skies
Woo thee, O bird! to thy celestial height.
Bird, piercing heaven with music! thy free flight