Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.

Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?

But infinite in pardon is my Judge.

Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,- Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.