To be young was very heaven!
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?
Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility.