So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

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

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.

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

Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.

Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.

Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.