THE VOICE SPRING. I come, come, have called me long I come o'er the mountain with light and song I
... bright where steps have been. I have sent through the wood-paths a gentle sigh. And called out each voice of the deep blue sky, From night birds' lay thro' the starry time, In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime, 'he swim's wild note by the Iceland lake* ...