... th' An essence bright and fair as t' l ' Except the tinkling of the rill, ' No sounds pass'd through the => / still, Of man or living thing to tell; breath seemed over-audible, Breath'd in the solitude—but, oh • Though hush'd as hour of voiceleS The very silence of that dell Upon my heart like music fell And sweetest note of fairy bird, Intenser joy could not have stir'' 1 Within my thrill'd, ...