Where music dwells Lingering and wandering on as loth to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
WORDSWORTH: _Ecclesiastical Sonnets,_ Pt. iii., xliii.
Where music dwells Lingering and wandering on as loth to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
WORDSWORTH: _Ecclesiastical Sonnets,_ Pt. iii., xliii.