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XIII.And, faint and soft, a rippling sound began "Along the glowing corridors to steal:Onward the ear-enchanting numbers ran, Far-flowing, throbbing, swelling, peal on peal, Till, music-whelmed, the floating sense did reel"He hears!" the people shouted, all attent; "The grateful god approves our holy zeal:With affluent glory lo, he smiles assent;And his exulting voice foretells the glad event!"
XIV.Thereat the surge-like din to silence fell: But snatched on brazen clarions burst anew;While reed and light bandore with gentle swell, Did softly beat and harsher strains subdue. Their seaward ways did rapturous throngs pursue:The foam of striving waters at their feet One long and glittering thread of silver threw;And viewless aëry spirits, wild and fleet,All merrily and loud their wings began to beat.
