Amphion

Lyrics

The mountain stirr'd its bushy crown And, as tradition teaches Young ashes pirouetted down Coquetting with young beeches; And wasn't it a sight to see When, ere his song was ended Like some great landslip, tree by tree The country-side descended; And shepherds from the mountain-eaves Look'd down, half-pleased, half-frighten'd As dash'd about the drunken leaves The random sunshine lighten'd!