But gathering all the secrets of the earth
Where’er, unseen, thy airy wings expand,
At this hushed, holy hour,
When time seems part of vast eternity,
Thou dost reveal them with a magic power,
Saddening the soul with thy weird minstrelsy.
All nature seems to hear,
The woods, the waters, and each silent star;
What, that can thus enchain their earnest ear,
Bring’st thou of untold tidings from afar?