...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But hero there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy way«. I cannot see what Mowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs. But, in...

...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! Tender...night. And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustcr'd around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with...

...the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the briin, And purple-stained mouth. That I might drink, and...what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows...

...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...

...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards. Already with thee ! tender...blown, Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the houghs, But, in embalmed...

...is the night, And haply the queen-moon ia on her throne, ClustiT'il around by all her starry fay»; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...

...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender...night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with...

...deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burned mirth-! Oh for a beaker full of the warm South, Full...what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows...

...away into the forest dim. Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves Im.tt never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows...

...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed...