She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

Plain living and high thinking are no more.

Free as a bird to settle where I will.

Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.

With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars.

Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.