To hearken to the floatings of thy song,
Borne to our crystal palace, whence we come
Only when daylight ceases, and the hum
“Of earthliness is still’d for many an hour.
When dews descend to steep the purple flower,
And the more purple arch of heaven is hung
With clustering stars, the coronal of night:
Then, then we come to joy in that pure light,
To lave the moonbeams o’er the waters flung,
Dear to the spirits of the flood and fell,