But who is He shall put his daring hand
To Love’s mysterious Harp, and with rude touch
Discordant violate the silver string
Whose note is sweeter than the balmy South
Impregn’d with soft Æolian harmony!
The Song of Love is like an Angel’s voice
Attuned to heavenly music; and once heard
On this Terrestrial; when the Bard of Thrace
Bewail’d his lost Euridice, it drew
The wild Inhabitants to hear his Lyre;—
Yea savage Beasts and Things inanimate
To listen to his dulcet melody:—
Such power is in the magic sounds of Love.