Mary Russell Mitford - A Canzonet lyrics

As in the bursting springtime over the eye Of one who haunts the fields fair visions creep Beneath the closéd lids (afore dull sleep Dims the quick fancy) of sweet flowers that lie On gra**y banks, oxlip of orient dye, And palest primrose and blue violet, All in their fresh and dewy beauty set, Pictured within the sense, and will not fly; So in mine ear resounds and lives again One mingled melody,--a voice, a pair Of instruments most voice-like! Of the air Rather than of the earth seems that high strain, A spirit's song, and worthy of the train That soothed old Prospero with music rare.