Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt[kc]

In solitude, where we are least alone;

A truth, which through our being then doth melt,

And purifies from self: it is a tone,

The soul and source of Music, which makes known[kd]

Eternal harmony, and sheds a charm

Like to the fabled Cytherea's zone,[334]

Binding all things with beauty;—'twould disarm

The spectre Death, had he substantial power to harm.