Romance

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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.