V + 

Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane + 

In some untrodden region of my mind, + 

Where branched thoughts, new-grown with pleasant pain, + 

Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind: + 

Far, far around shall those dark-cluster’d trees + 

Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep; + 

And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees, + 

The moss-lain Dryads shall be lulled to sleep, + 

And in the midst of this wide quietness + 

A rosy sanctuary will I dress + 

With the wreath’d trellis of a working brain, + 

With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, + 

With all the gardener Fancy e’er could feign, + 

Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: + 

And there shall be for thee all soft delight + 

That shadowy thought can win, + 

A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, + 

To let the warm Love in! + 