Dazzling my mind with such surprise Feel when new stars above them rise ;- What shall I sing thee? Shall I weave In life and beauty, to the sound Danced till the sunlight faded round, Ourselves the whole ideal Ball, Lights, music, company, and all! Oh, 'tis not in the languid strain Of lute like mine, whose day is past, To call up even a dream again Of the fresh light those moments cast. |