Oh a sound seems to peek into theseCursed grounds such a thing forbiddenOh it slursIt dances in its beautyOh the powerIt paralyzes meBut makes fountains of symphonyThe hummingbirds mingleIn blushAnd the wild night groves shine throughI bitter myselfBut that sound callsAnd puts a blanket of candles round meThere awoke me in the sweet nectarBreeze.