Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!
Sweet instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.
The course of Nature is the art of God
We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.
Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.