That was the chirp of Ariel <br />You heard, as overhead it flew, <br />The farther going more to dwell, <br />And wing our green to wed our blue; <br />But whether note of joy or knell, <br />Not his own Father-singer knew; <br />Nor yet can any mortal tell, <br />Save only how it shivers through; <br />The breast of us a sounded shell, <br />The blood of us a lighted dew.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-on-the-lyre/
