Yet unperplexed, as if one spirit swayed 215
Their indefatigable flight. ’Tis done—
Ten times and more, I fancied it had ceased;
But lo! the vanished company again
Ascending, they approach—I hear their wings
Faint, faint at first; and then an eager sound 220
Passed in a moment—and as faint again!
They tempt the sun to sport among[363] their plumes;
Tempt the smooth water,[364] or the gleaming ice,
To show them a fair image; ’tis themselves,