A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping read more

A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.

Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is read more

My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.

A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle read more

A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle breeze,
They faint and languish by degrees,
And at a distance die.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? Speak, read more

What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.