LXXXI + 

“As flowers turn their faces to the sun, + 

So on our flight with hungry eyes they gaze, + 

And, as we shaped our course, this, that way run, + 

With mad-cap pleasure, or hand-clasp’d amaze: + 

Sweet in the air a mild-toned music plays, + 

And progresses through its own labyrinth; + 

Buds gather’d from the green spring’s middle-days, + 

They scatter’d⁠—daisy, primrose, hyacinth⁠— + 

Or round white columns wreathed from capital to plinth. + 