She said: in air the trembling music floats,
And on the winds swell the notes:"
So soft, though high, so loud, and yet so clear,”
Ev’n list’ning angels leaned from heav'n to hear: 375
To farthest shores th’ ambrosial spirit flies,
Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies.
And on the winds swell the notes:"
So soft, though high, so loud, and yet so clear,”
Ev’n list’ning angels leaned from heav'n to hear: 375
To farthest shores th’ ambrosial spirit flies,
Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies.
Alexander Pope - v01
