Cave of Poverty, The - Part 74

Intent, with sullen Majesty, she waits
The undulating Sounds to entertain;
When first a modest Voice it self dilates
In Whispers unexpress, nor fully plain;
And round the vocal Walls as gently roves,
As infant Zephyrs sigh in Myrtle Groves.
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