CHAPTER 86
CHAPTER LXXXVI
CHAPTER 86Visible text2 paragraphs
Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet,
Rings Eden through the budded quicks,
O tell me where the senses mix,
O tell me where the passions meet,
Rings Eden through the budded quicks,
O tell me where the senses mix,
O tell me where the passions meet,
Whence radiate: fierce extremes employ
Thy spirits in the dusking leaf,
And in the midmost heart of grief
Thy passion clasps a secret joy:
Thy spirits in the dusking leaf,
And in the midmost heart of grief
Thy passion clasps a secret joy: