I kissed the seal, the cords unwove;
Came wafted from the fields of war
On all the odorous airs of love.
Close hid I sang; close hid I sighed
In places where no echoes were,
Where dashed the streams through gorges wide,
And sprays leaned back on moistened air.
I sang a song, half sighs, yet proud,
And smothered by those downward rills,
A music proud, and yet not loud,