Of the young moon is first beheld above,
Tune my fond thoughts to their devoutest key,
And from all bondage—save remembrance—free
Glad of my liberty as Noah’s dove,
Seek the Madonna most adored by me,
And say mine “Ave Marias” to my love.
Conformity of Sense to Sound.
In the hexameter rises the fountain’s silvery column;
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.—Coleridge: trans. Schiller.