Away! nor let me loiter in my song,

For we have many a mountain-path to tread,

And many a varied shore to sail along,

By pensive Sadness, not by Fiction, led—

Climes, fair withal as ever mortal head[et]

Imagined in its little schemes of thought;[eu]

Or e'er in new Utopias were ared,[136]

To teach Man what he might be, or he ought—

If that corrupted thing could ever such be taught.