She described it so to Martin.
"Nay, I heard it," said he.
"And so did I," said Gerard; "it was beautiful.

Ah! there it is again.
How sweetly it blends with the air.

It is a long way off.

It is before us, is it not ?" "No, no! the echoes of this wood confound the ear of a stranger.

It comes from the pine grove." "What! the one we passed ?" "Why, Martin, is this anything?
You look pale." "Wonderful!" said Martin, with a sickly sneer.