Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.

A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.

The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.

All that we behold is full of blessings.

Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.