Which thrill such melting music through the mind,
Even the green leaves of the forest trees.
There is a witchery
In the soft music, like the voice of love;
Now gushing o’er the soul deliciously,
Then sighing a rich cadence through the grove.
It seemeth to mine ear
The rustling of some holy creature’s wing,
Sent from some passionless and sinless sphere,
Unction of peace unto the soul to bring.