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That voice re-measures Whatever tones and melancholy pleasures The things of nature utter; birds or trees, Or where the tall grass 'mid the heath-plant waves, Murmur and music thin of sudden breeze.

I heard a song upon the wandering wind, A song of many tones—though one full soul Breathed through them all imploringly; and made All nature as they passed, all quivering leaves And low responsive reeds and waters thrill, As with the consciousness of human prayer. —At times the passion-kindled melody