The Spirit of Sound - Ner Gardiner

Oh! The Spirit of Sound!
It is in the green trees –
And it floats all around,
To the breath of the breeze;
List the hush of its tones,
‘Tis the voice of the leaves,
That, in musical moans,
For the passing hour grieves.

Oh! The Spirit of Sound!
It is in the bright rill,
As it flows o’er the ground,
Or foams white from the hill.
Oh! How sweetly it rings
As it murmurs along,
As if wild, unseen thigs
Where in mourning and song.

Oh! The Spirit of Sound!
It laughs out on the shore,
To the wild waters bound,
As they revel and roar;
And the dark winged the cloud,
Then spreads his wild form
O’er the waves, like a shroud!