CII.

A populous solitude of bees and birds, And fairy-formed and many-coloured things, Who worship him with notes more sweet than words,[kq] And innocently open their glad wings, Fearless and full of life: the gush of springs, And fall of lofty fountains, and the bend Of stirring branches, and the bud which brings The swiftest thought of Beauty, here extend Mingling--and made by Love--unto one mighty end.