Ye Gods, Annihilate But Space And Time,

No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne Sings, Shall, List'ning, In Mid-air Suspend Their Wings.

The Blest To-day Is As Completely So, As Who Began A Thousand Years Ago.

For Thee I Dim These Eye And Stuff This Head With All Such Reading As Was Never Read.

These Riches Are Possess'd, But Not Enjoy'd!

Soft O'er The Shrouds Aerial Whispers Breathe, That Seemed But Zephyrs To The Train Beneath.