AstheEgyptianceasedthereroseabout，around，beneath，thesoftestmusicthatLydiaevertaught，orIonaeverperfected。Itcamelikeastreamofsound，bathingthesensesunawares；enervating，subduingwithdelight。Itseemedthemelodiesofinvisiblespirits，suchastheshepherdmighthaveheardinthegoldenage，floatingthroughthevalesofThessaly，orinthenoontidegladesofPaphos。ThewordswhichhadrushedtothelipofApaecides，inanswertothesophistriesoftheEgyptian，diedtremblinglyaway。Hefeltitasaprofanationtobreakuponthatenchantedstrain——thesusceptibilityofhisexcitednature，theGreeksoftnessandardourofhissecretsoul，wereswayedandcapturedbysurprise。Hesankontheseatwithpartedlipsandthirstingear；whileinachorusofvoices，blandandmeltingasthosewhichwakedPsycheinthehallsoflove，rosethefollowingsong：
THEHYMNOFEROS
BythecoolbankswheresoftCephisusflows，Avoicesail’dtremblingdownthewavesofair；
TheleavesblushedbrighterintheTeian’srose，Thedovescouch’dbreathlessintheirsummerlair；
Whilefromtheirhandsthepurplefloweretsfell，ThelaughingHoursstoodlisteninginthesky；——