See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.

Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.

Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.

But who is this, what thing of sea or land,- Female of sex it seems,- That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger?

From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.

But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!