Twines into passionate words that grieve along

The melancholy notes, and softly teach

The secrets of true love,—that trembling reach

His earnest ear, and through the shadows dun

He missions like replies, and each to each

Their silver voices mingle into one,

Like blended streams that make one music as they run.

XII.

"Ah! Love, my hope is swooning in my heart,—"

"Ay, sweet, my cage is strong and hung full high—"