Now Juan could not understand a word,

Being no Grecian; but he had an ear,

And her voice was the warble of a bird,[155]So soft, so sweet, so delicately clear,

That finer, simpler music ne'er was heard;[BQ]The sort of sound we echo with a tear,

Without knowing why—an overpowering tone,

Whence Melody descends as from a throne.