Their voices reach us through the lapse of space:
The noisy day is deafen'd by a crowd
Of undistinguished birds, a twittering race;
But only lark and nightingale forlorn
Fill up the silences of night and morn.
[THE TWO SWANS.]
A FAIRY TALE.
I.
Immortal Imogen, crown'd queen above
The lilies of thy sex, vouchsafe to hear