'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But beiDg too happy in thy happiness-
That thou, ligbt..wingM Dryad of the trees,
In eome melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberleu,
SiDgeat of aummer in fuJI-throated ease.0 for a draught of vintage, that bath been
Cool'd a long age iD the deep-delvM earth,
Tuting (I{ FI<Jm and the oountr1·green,
Dauce, and Proven9al song, and sunburnt mlrth I
0 for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blusbiDg Rippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the bl'im,
And purple-iltaidu mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world UDieen,
And with thee fa.de away into the forest dim:Fade far away, di88olve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariile88 1 the tever, and the fret
Here, where men sit an1:1. hear each other groan;
'Where palsy shake-s a few, aad, last grey hairs,
Where youth growe pale, and spectr&-tbin, and dies;
Whurll but to tbiuk is to be full o! HUrrow
And leaden•eyed d11spa.irs;
Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes.
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-monow.
Away I away! for I will fly to thee,
Not oh&rioted by Bacchus and hi.a peN.,
But on the viewless wings of Pooay,
Though the dull brain perpl~nes and retards:
Already with thee I tender ia the night,
Anrl haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Oluater'd arowtd by all her starry Fays;
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven ia with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms a.nd Winding moeay waya.I cannot see what ilowere are at my feet,
Nor wbat aot\ incense hangs upon the bought,
But, in embalmed dArkn888 0 gueBB each sweet
Wherewith t he aeuonable month eudowa
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