We Frolic While 'tis May.

The Time Will Come, When Thou Shalt Lift Thine Eyes To Watch A Long-drawn Battle In The Skies. While Aged Peasants, Too Amazed For Words, Stare At The Flying Fleets Of Wondrous Birds.

Implores The Passing Tribute Of A Sigh.

And Truth Severe, By Fairy Fiction Drest.

Not All That Tempts Your Wandering Eyes And Heedless Hearts, Is Lawful Prize; Nor All That Glisters Gold.

From Helicon's Harmonious Springs A Thousand Rills Their Mazy Progress Take.