IV + 

Away! away! for I will fly to thee, + 

Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, + 

But on the viewless wings of Poesy, + 

Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: + 

Already with thee! tender is the night, + 

And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, + 

Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays; + 

But here there is no light, + 

Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown + 

Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. + 