And at the outer portal louder rap;
My songster hears you not: a higher note,
A more reverbant, more delirious strain,
Issues exultant from his quivering throat,
And reaches to the people on the street,
Who pause, look up, take step, and pause again,
Retiring slowly with unwilling feet.
O that thou couldst to me this hour impart
The secret of thy unremitting joy!
The music that dilates thy little heart