Thrills through Imagination's tender frame,
From nerve to nerve. All naked and alive,
They catch the spreading rays; till now the soul
At length discloses every tuneful spring,
To that harmonious movement from without.
Responsive. Then the charm, by Fate prepar'd
Diffuses its enchantment.[72] Fancy dreams
Of sacred fountains, and Elysian groves,
And vales of bliss! the Intellectual Power
Bends from his awful throne a wondering ear,