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Your hat adorned with fine leaves,

Horse-chesnut, oak, and vine-leaves; And so, with green o'erhead, John, Shall whistle home to bed, John.


Dilettevol suoni
Faceano intorno l' aria tintinnire
D' armonia dolce, e di concenti buoni.


HALLO!-what?-where?-what can it be

That strikes up so deliciously?
I never in my life-what no!
That little tin-box playing so?
It really seemed as if a sprite
Had struck among us, swift and light,
And come from some minuter star
To treat us with his pearl guitar.

Hark! it scarcely ends the strain,
But it gives it o'er again,
Lovely thing !-and runs along,
Just as if it knew the song,
Touching out, smooth, clear and small,
Harmony, and shake, and all,
Now upon the treble lingering,
Dancing now as if 'twere fingering,
And at last, upon the close,
Coming with genteel repose.

O full of sweetness, crispness, ease,
Compound of lovely smallnesses,
Accomplished trifle,--tell us what
To call thee, and disgrace thee not.
Worlds of fancies come about us,
Thrill within, and glance without us.

Now we think that there must be
In thee some humanity,*
Such a taste composed and fine
Smiles along that touch of thine.
Now we call thee heavenly rain,
For thy fresh, continued strain;
Now a hail, that on the ground
Splits into light leaps of sound;
Now the concert, neat and nice,
Of a pigmy paradise ;
Sprinkles then from singing fountains ;
Fairies heard on tops of mountains ;
Nightingales endued with art,
Caught in listening to Mozart:

* For this and the other beautiful thought in the closing line of the paragraph the author is indebted to two friends who enjoyed the music with him,--the former to the Gentleman who treated him with it, the latter to a Lady.

Stars that make a distant tinkling, While their happy eyes are twinkling ; Sounds for scattered 'rills to flow to; Music, for the flowers to grow to.

O thou sweet and sudden pleasure,
Dropping in the lap of leisure,
Essence of harmonious joy,
Epithet-exhausting toy,
Well may lovely hands and eyes
Start at thee in sweet surprise ;

Nor will we consent to see

In thee mere machinery,
But recur to the great springs
Of divine and human things,
And acknowledge thee a lesson
For despondence to lay stress on,

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