OXFORD, MAY 30, 1820
SHAME on this faithless heart! that could allow Such transport, though but for a moment’s space; Not while–to aid the spirit of the place– The crescent moon clove with its glittering prow The clouds, or night-bird sang from shady bough; But in plain daylight:–She, too, at my side, Who, with her heart’s experience satisfied, Maintains inviolate its slightest vow! Sweet Fancy! other gifts must I receive; Proofs of a higher sovereignty I claim; 10 Take from ‘her’ brow the withering flowers of eve, And to that brow life’s morning wreath restore; Let ‘her’ be comprehended in the frame Of these illusions, or they please no more.