text: " And then he proceeds to introduce us to this Lilian the immaculate mistress of his soul-- "She could see me coming to her with the vision of the hawk; Always hasten'd on to meet me _heavy passion in her walk;_ Low tones to me grew lower sweetening so her honey talk "That it fill'd up all my hearing drown'd the _voices of the birds_ The _voices of the breezes_ and the _voices of the herds_-- For to me the lowest ever were the loudest of her words