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By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
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.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
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.
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
To all proportioned terms he must dispense
And make the sound a picture of the sense.
To all proportioned terms he must dispense
And make the sound a picture of the sense.
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!
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.
