To
feel once more, in placid awe,
The strong imagination roll
A sphere of stars about my soul,
In
all her motion one with law;
If
thou wert with me, and the grave
Divide us not, be with me now,
And enter in at breast and brow,
Till
all my blood, a fuller wave,
Be
quicken’d with a livelier breath,
And like an inconsiderate boy,
As in the former flash of joy,
I
slip the thoughts of life and death;
And
all the breeze of Fancy blows,
And every dew-drop paints a bow,
The wizard lightnings deeply glow,
And
every thought breaks out a rose.