Romance

Romance, 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 been-most familiar bird-
Taught me my alhabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest Lworld
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Haven 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 flings,
Its down upon my spirit fling
To while away forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the srings.
Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Haven 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 flings,
Its down upon my spirit fling
To while away forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the srings.