'Mid song of birds, and insects murmuring;
And while the youthful year's prolific art—
Of bud, leaf, blade, and flower—was fashioning
Abodes where self-disturbance hath no part.
VARIANTS:
[398] 1845 and c.
And, haply, there the spirits of the blest
Live, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest;
The Sun is peopled; and with Spirits blest,