Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
I. On Hearing the Sounds of an Æolian HarpHenry Kirke White (17851806)
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Of the infuriate gust it did career,
It might have soothed its rugged charioteer,
And sunk him to a zephyr, then it died,
Melting in melody, and I descried,
Borne to some wizard stream, the form appear
Of Druid sage, who on the far-off ear
Poured his lone song, to which the surge replied;
Or thought I heard the hapless pilgrim’s knell,
Lost in some wild enchanted forest’s bounds,
By unseen beings sung; or are these sounds
Such as, ’t is said, at night are known to swell
By startled shepherd on the lonely heath,
Keeping his night-watch sad, portending death!