Above—Heaven’s depth of blue divine,
Around—the evening’s golden beam.
I’ve seen the purple heather-bell
Look out by many a storm-worn stone;
And, oh! I’ve known such music swell,—
Such wild notes wake these passes lone—
So soft, yet so intensely felt;
So low, yet so distinctly heard;
My breath would pause, my eyes would melt,
And tears would dew the green heath-sward.