But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.
Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.
Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
One of those heavenly days that cannot die.
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.