Soft falls his chant as on the nest 



Beneath the sunny zone, 

 For love that stirred it in his breast 



Has not aweary grown, 

 And 'neath the city's shade can keep 

 The well of music clear and deep. 



And love that keeps the music, fills 



With pastorial memories. 

 All echoing from out the hills, 



All droppings from the skies, 

 All Sowings from the wave and wind 

 Remembered in the chant I find. 



ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 



