What modulation, what inflected grace,
Breathes through the volume of that warbling spell!
An intonation clear, that doth embrace
The woven minstrelsy from rock to dell.
The spring-tide melody, the summer lay,
The plaintiveness of darkly shadow’d night—
Who hath her choral charms, as beaming day—
These in their change are thine, to ’wilder and delight.
That rich, full swell of sweetness and of force,
That seem’d to wrap thy life-stream with the song,