Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.
Stop thinking for once in your life!
Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.
Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.