...Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt So sweetly to reposing bands Of Travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian...and may be again ! Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sung As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending...

...voice was ever heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo bird, Breaking the silence of the seas, Amongst the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she...and may be again ! Whate'er the theme, the maiden sung As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, An.! o'er the sickle bending;...

...Amongst the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers How For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long...and may be again ! Whate'er the theme, the maiden sung As if her song could have no ending ; 1 saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending...

...Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt So sweetly to reposing bands Of Travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian...singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened till I had my fill : And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after...

...what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles loug ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter...singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ;— I listened till I had my fill: And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after...

...spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides, i 4 Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive...singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened — motionless and still : And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart J bore, Long...

...weary bands Of Travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian Sands : Such thrilling voice was never heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking...singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened — motionless and still ; . And when I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore,...

...Travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian Sands. No sweeter voice was ever heard In spring-time ftpnn the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas...been, and may be again! Whate'er the theme, the Maiden Rang As if her song could have no ending; 1 saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending;...

...battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay. Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again! Whate'er...singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened — motionless and still,' And when I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long...

...numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago ; Or is it some more humble lay,1 Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss,...singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; — I listened — motionless and still ; And when I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long...