IV + 

O brightest! though too late for antique vows, + 

Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, + 

When holy were the haunted forest boughs, + 

Holy the air, the water, and the fire; + 

Yet even in these days so far retired + 

From happy pieties, thy lucent fans, + 

Fluttering among the faint Olympians, + 

I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired. + 

So let me be thy choir, and make a moan + 

Upon the midnight hours; + 

Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet + 

From swinged censer teeming; + 

Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat + 

Of pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming. + 