St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 20
Hast thou not heard upon a summer's eve
The musical pulsations of the air?
The voices of the mountain pines, that weave
Their low complainings with the atmosphere?
Thus, throughout Nature, floating everywhere,
Eternal symphonies, low, rich and deep,
Pass from her Poet-lips. Her children hear
And treasure up these lyrics, as they sweep
With Zephyrus through the air, or visit them in sleep.
The musical pulsations of the air?
The voices of the mountain pines, that weave
Their low complainings with the atmosphere?
Thus, throughout Nature, floating everywhere,
Eternal symphonies, low, rich and deep,
Pass from her Poet-lips. Her children hear
And treasure up these lyrics, as they sweep
With Zephyrus through the air, or visit them in sleep.
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