Till, warbling wild, the Sea-maid’s song,
Far in the crystal cavern, rose;
“This yellow sand, this sparry cave,
Shall bend thy soul to beauty’s sway;
Canst thou the maiden of the wave
Compare to her of Colonsay?”
Roused by that voice, of silver sound,
From the paved floor he lightly sprung,
And, glancing wild his eyes around,