Clasped within the linden’s root,
Took me in a chair of silence, very rare and absolute.
So, young muser, I sat listening
To my Fancy’s wildest word—
On a sudden, through the glistening
Leaves around, a little stirred,
Came a sound, a sense of music, which was rather felt than heard.
Softly, finely, it inwound me—
From the world it shut me in,—
Like a fountain falling round me,