III + 

She dwells with Beauty⁠—Beauty that must die; + 

And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips + 

Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, + 

Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: + 

Aye, in the very temple of Delight + 

Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine, + 

Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue + 

Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine; + 

His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, + 

And be among her cloudy trophies hung. + 