Close at the cornfield's edge!
J. McLellan.
40. The sound of music at even-fall,
Filling the heart
With a flow of thought and feeling sweet,
When lips that we love breathe forth the song.
Louisa P. Smith.
41. The harp Eolian;
Faintly at first it begins, scarce heard, and gentle its rising,
Low as the softest breath that passes at summer evening;