And as for Love—O Love!—We will proceed:—

The Lady Adeline Amundeville,

A pretty name as one would wish to read,

Must perch harmonious on my tuneful quill.

There's Music in the sighing of a reed;

There's Music in the gushing of a rill;

There's Music in all things, if men had ears:

Their Earth is but an echo of the Spheres.