Chapter 1735 of 1964 · 61 words · ~1 min read

V.

And as for Love--O Love!--We will proceed:-- The Lady Adeline Amundeville, A pretty name as one would wish to read, Must perch harmonious on my tuneful quill. There's Music in the sighing of a reed; There's Music in the gushing of a rill; There's Music in all things, if men had ears: Their Earth is but an echo of the Spheres.