Romance
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath beenвБ†вАФa most familiar birdвБ†вАФ
Taught me my alphabet to sayвБ†вАФ
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A childвБ†вАФwith a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flingsвБ†вАФ
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while awayвБ†вАФforbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.