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SCENE I. Ha! they are gone!

Yet feel you no delight From the past sweetness?

As the bare green hill When some soft cloud vanishes into rain, Laughs with a thousand drops of sunny water To the unpavilioned sky!

Even whilst we speak New notes arise. What is that awful sound?

'Tis the deep music of the rolling world Kindling within the strings of the waved air, Æolian modulations.

Listen too, How every pause is filled with under-notes, Clear, silver, icy, keen awakening tones, Which pierce the sense, and live within the soul, As the sharp stars pierce winter's crystal air And gaze upon themselves within the sea.

But see where through two openings in the forest Which hanging branches overcanopy, And where two runnels of a rivulet, Between the close moss violet-inwoven, Have made their path of melody, like sisters