Will music’s voice evoke.—
See, the curl of a cloud.
In. The smoke, the smoke! 1290
Semichorus. Thin clouds mounting higher.
In. ’Tis smoke, the smoke of fire.
Semichorus. Thick they come and thicker,
Quick arise and quicker,
Higher still and higher.
Their wreaths the wood enfold.
—I see a spot of gold.