As, foot by foot, with measured sweep
His engine cleft the grassy deep;
And thence fresh fragrance wafted sweet
The smell of roses blown to meet,
Mixed in the drowsèd air and stole
In slumber to my dreamful soul.
Full long I lay in leafy lair,
Until, upon the murmurous air,
One murmur grew with deep’ning note
And soon my sleeping ear it smote,