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.