My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.

And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.

Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.

My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.

So much one man can do that does both act and know.

My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.