Ecstatic, and foregoes his prize;
With ears erect at hell's wide doors
Lies listening, as the songster soars:
Thus music charm'd the realms beneath,
And beauty triumph'd over death.
The bard, whom night's pale regent bore,
In secret, on the Athenian shore,
Musæus, felt the sacred flame,
And burnt for the fair Theban dame
Antiope, whom mighty Love