A silence, pleasing, calm, profound,
Falls soothing on the raptured brain;
The hum of busy life is drowned,
On crowded street and lonely plain;
The soul, in dreamy reveries lost,
To shadowy realms far distant roves,
In stormy waves of ether tost,
Then wandering wild in heavenly groves.
And cloud-built castles, towering high,
O'er gorgeous scenes that fancy rears,