squeeze, Warm as a dove's nest among summer trees, And warm with dew at ooze from living blood! Whither didst melt? Ah, what of that! all good Its sides I'll plant with dew-sweet eglan- And honeysuckles full of clear bee-wine. We'll talk about no more of dreaming. I'll kneel to Vesta, for a flame of fire; 700 And to god Phœbus, for a golden lyre; To Flora, and a nightingale shall light O thou wouldst joy to live in such a place; Of gold, and lines of Naiads' long bright My only visitor! not ignorant though, 850 My future days to her fane consecrate.' That those deceptions which for pleasure go 'Mong men, are pleasures real as real may be: But there are higher ones I may not see, If impiously an earthly realm I take. Since I saw thee, I have been wide awake Night after night, and day by day, until Of the empyrean I have drunk my fill. Let it content thee, Sister, seeing me More happy than betides mortality. A hermit young, I'll live in mossy cave, 860 Where thou alone shalt come to me, and lave Thy spirit in the wonders I shall tell. Through me the shepherd realm shall prosper well; For to thy tongue will I all health confide. est girl, Thou seest it for my happiness, no pearl Will trespass down those cheeks. Companion fair! 870 |