...; Not a blossom of the wild- wood Hath a sweeter grace ; Not a song-bird pours a sweeter lay. Rich and low , the wild strain gushes From her slender throat ; Every bird Its carol hushes AB her trancing note Mingles with the fountain's silvery play, Lone, unconscious, thus she wiles away...

...face; Not a blossom of the wild-wood Hath a sweeter grace; Not a song-bird pours a sweeter lay. Bich and low, the wild strain gushes From her slender throat;...fountain's silvery play, Lone, unconscious, thus she whiles away Ever, evermore, Life in musings on Zanoni, The Seeker of the Stars. Ah, sweet maid! give...

...face ; Not a blossom of the wild-wood Hath a sweeter grace ; Not a song-bird pours a sweeter lay. Rich and low the wild strain gushes From her slender throat ; Every bird its carol hushes As her trilling note Mingles with the fountain's silvery play. Lone, unconscious, thus she wiles away Ever,...