...leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster" d around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with...

...eyes, Or new Love pine at them heyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted hy Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of...the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around hy all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor...

...leaden-eyed despairs, Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalm'd...

...thee, Not charioted by uaecпns and his panls, But on the viewless wings of Pnesy, Though the dull bmin perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet. Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...

...beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, it on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain...all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, S Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways....

...leaden-eyed despairs ; Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...

...hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow, Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...

...and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow, Away ! away ! for I will flj to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...

...spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow, Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Nut charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...

...leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...by all her starry fays; But here there is no light, I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...