Part 5 (2/2)

Hail! Sweetest rhapsodist Of virgin song unfettered yet!

Sweet honey-bee of sound, What flow'rypain and rapture, In spirit births, a moment's capture?

A part of all that thou hastbird!

How far above, how far beyond, All drea!

To what fair region dost belong?

What roseate glory followeth after Thy natures gladdest laughter,-- Thine infinite necro, as in thy night, What matchless dearth of fact!

Old Art bent low in arabesque, Transolden mist, a still low call, From model-nature's all-in-all, Bids thee all rapture reinact, Sweetbird

And when is nature le le, And spirit pauseth in the heart, To rectify its ancient art, By the shadow on the flower, SweetTill such a lyric breath intone?

Of all the joy, of all the pain, Sweet suain

The far sweet pain of bursting Hours, Whose sparkling eyes, in tears of flowers, Yield thee a drink that's all thine oeet ht of dreaet?

Each night thou lightest up the gloom Within my spirits stifled rooer and my star, my star!

The all of all that thou hast os'mer web that mistifies, Lies not on any whole or part, Or stop or start, but in the art, Men hang upon their eyes

And haply in an age afar, Two men may see the self-same mote-- The selfsame beam, with motes afloat, And learn what souls and systeeantry At song, and all the garlands won, Far in the west the queenly Eve, Blue misty mantled, takes her leave, Tiaraed with a Sun

And Lo! Sweet night, a nut-brownsoft a bird's low song, Trips down the hall Behold the throng Bow to her finger tips

GOOD NIGHT MY LOVE

Thy dewy dreams, thine Ariel dreams, Then turn thee to thy dainty dreaht, To bear thee down aeolean streaht

By olden shores and phantoht To drop thee on enchanted strands-- Good night, ht