And I am happy when I sing.

Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.

A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light

O dearer far than light and life are dear.

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!

That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.