Note JJ — THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE;
Reading edition
Compare An Evening Walk, ll. 365, 366 (vol. i. p. 31)—
The song of mountain-streams, unheard by day, Now hardly heard, beguiles my homeward way.
Also The Excursion (book iv. ll. 1173, 1174)—
The little rills, and waters numberless, Inaudible by daylight.
And Wordsworth's sonnet beginning—
The unremitting voice of nightly streams That wastes so oft, we think, its tuneful powers.
Compare also in Gray's Tour in the Lakes, "At distance, heard the murmur of many waterfalls, not audible in the daytime."—Ed.