Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
The budding rose above the rose full blown.
That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
Earth has not anything to show more fair.