Till out of vague and murmurous tone
Rose up a voice to take its throne:—
“Last night my lady talked with me,
As on a green hill, I and she
Sat close, where erst alone I stood
Beneath the dusk-leaved ilex wood.
“The earth was gathered to her rest,
Sweet silence lay upon her breast,
Well nigh asleep, save that she heard
The wandering waters’ silver word.