Spirit of all sweet sounds! who in mid air <br />Sittest enthroned, vouchsafe to hear my prayer! <br />Let all those instruments of music sweet, <br />That in great Nature's hymn bear burthen meet, <br />Sing round this mossy pillow, where my head <br />From the bright noontide sky is sheltered. <br />Thou southern wind! wave, wave thy od'rous wings, <br />O'er your smooth channels gush, ye crystal springs! <br />Ye laughing elves, that through the rustling corn <br />Run chattering; thou tawny-coated bee, <br />Who at thy honey-work sing'st drowsily; <br />And ye, oh ye! who greet the dewy morn, <br />And fragrant eventide, with melody, <br />Ye wild wood minstrels, sing my lullaby!<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-86/
