Is showered like night, and from within the air
  Bursts, like eclipse which had been gathered up
  Into the pores of sunlight; the bright visions,
  Wherein the singing Spirits rode and shone,
  Gleam like pale meteors through a watery night.

IONE
  There is a sense of words upon mine ear.

PANTHEA
  An universal sound like words: Oh, list!

DEMOGORGON
  Thou, Earth, calm empire of a happy soul,
  Sphere of divinest shapes and harmonies,
  Beautiful orb! gathering as thou dost roll
  The love which paves thy path along the skies:

THE EARTH
  I hear: I am as a drop of dew that dies.

DEMOGORGON
  Thou, Moon, which gazest on the nightly Earth
  With wonder, as it gazes upon thee;
  Whilst each to men, and beasts, and the swift birth
  Of birds, is beauty, love, calm, harmony:

THE MOON
  I hear: I am a leaf shaken by thee.