And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware;
but broken into groups, as one would read them, they fall:
To him who in the love of Nature
Holds communion with her visible forms,
She speaks a various language;
For his gayer hours she has a voice of gladness,
And a smile and eloquence of beauty,
And she glides into his darker musings,
With a mild and healing sympathy,