text:  Here He whose ears drank in the battle-roar Whose banners stream'd upon the startled wind A thunder-storm --before whose thunder tread The mountains trembled --in soft sleep reclined By the sweet brook that o'er its pebbly bed In silver plays and murmurs to the shore Hears the stern clangour of wild spears no more! Here the true Spouse the lost-beloved regains And on the enamell'd couch of summer-plains Mingles sweet kisses with the west-wind's breath