O Latest Born And Loveliest Vision Far

O For The Gentleness Of Old Romance, The Simple Planning Of A Minstrel's Song!

I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And Pray, Pray, Pray To Your Star Like A Heathen.

Sweet Are The Pleasures That To Verse Belong, And Doubly Sweet A Brotherhood In Song.

Through The Dancing Poppies Stole A Breeze, Most Softly Lulling To My Soul.

No, No, I'm Sure, My Restless Spirit Never Could Endure To Brood So Long Upon One Luxury, Unless It Did, Though Fearfully, Espy A Hope Beyond The Shadow Of A Dream.