Who wander o'er the paradise of fame, In sacred dedication ever grew: One of the crowd thou art without a name." "Ah, friend, 'tis the false laurel that I wear; Bright though it seem, it is not the same As that which bound Milton's immortal hair; Its dew is poison, and the hopes that quicken Under its chilling shade, though seeming fair, Are flowers which die almost before they sicken." I. HE golden gates of Sleep unbar together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather. Night, with all thy stars look down, — Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,- Let eyes not see their own delight; II. Fairies, sprites, and angels keep her! O joy! O fear! what will be done In the absence of the sun! Come along! Another Version of the moon Same IGHT, with all thine eyes look down! Darkness shed its holiest dew! When ever smiled the inconstant On a pair so true? Hence, coy hour! and quench thy light, Oft renew. BOYS O joy! O fear! what may be done In the absence of the sun? Come along! The golden gates of sleep unbar ! When strength and beauty meet together, Kindles their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather. Hence, coy hour! and quench thy light, Oft renew. GIRLS O joy! O fear! what may be done In the absence of the sun? Come along! Fairies! sprites! and angels keep her! Dawn, ere it be long. Hence, swift hour! and quench thy light, Lest eyes see their own delight! Hence, coy hour! and thy loved flight Oft renew. BOYS AND GIRLS O joy! O fear! what will be done In the absence of the sun? Come along! |