To the clear moon; nor yet the spheric laws

Not reasons subtle count; not melody

What hope ? what help ? what music will undo

Whose hearts leap upw九九藏書ard through the cypress-trees

Met in the smile of God: nay, none of these.

Speak THOU, availing Christ !--and fill 九-九-藏-書this pause.

WHEN some beloved voice that was to you

Of viols, nor of pipes that Faunus blew;

Aches round you like a 九-九-藏-書strong disease and new--

Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly,

Self-chanted, nor the angels sweet All hails,

And sirｅａd.９９csｗ•ｃoｍlence, against which you dare not cry,

That silence to your sense ? Not friendships sigh,

Not songs of poets, nor of nightingales