Into the woody hills surrounding it;
  A sentinel was sleeping at the gate;
  When there was heard a sound, so loud, it shook
  The towers amid the moonlight, yet more sweet
  Than any voice but thine, sweetest of all;
  A long, long sound, as it would never end;
  And all the inhabitants leapt suddenly
  Out of their rest, and gathered in the streets,
  Looking in wonder up to Heaven, while yet
  The music pealed along. I hid myself
  Within a fountain in the public square,
  Where I lay like the reflex of the moon
  Seen in a wave under green leaves; and soon
  Those ugly human shapes and visages
  Of which I spoke as having wrought me pain,
  Passed floating through the air and fading still
  Into the winds that scattered them; and those
  From whom they passed seemed mild and lovely forms
  After some foul disguise had fallen, and all
  Were somewhat changed, and after brief surprise
  And greetings of delighted wonder, all
  Went to their sleep again; and when the dawn
  Came, wouldst thou think that toads, and snakes, and efts,