LXX.

So like a spirit’s voice! a harping tone, Lovely, yet ominous to mortal ear-- Such as might reach us from a world unknown, Troubling man’s heart with thrills of joy and fear! ’Twas sweet!--yet those deep southern shades oppress’d My soul with stillness, like the calms that rest On melancholy waves:[310] I sigh’d to hear Once more earth’s breezy sounds, her foliage fann’d, And turn’d to seek the wilds of the red hunter’s land.