When thou least strivest:—
More did the spirit sing, and made the night,
Most musical with inward melodies,
But vanished soon, and left the listening bard
Wrapt in unearthly silence—till the morn
Reared up the screen that shuts the spirit world
From loftiest poet and from wisest sage.
Outworld.
The sun was shining on the busy earth.
All men and things were moving on their way—