(MINOR KEY)

I

Let me enjoy the earth no less

Because the all-enacting Might

That fashioned forth its loveliness

Had other aims than my delight.

II

About my path there flits a Fair,

Who throws me not a word or sign;

I’ll charm me with her ignoring air,

And laud the lips not meant for mine.

III

From manuscripts of moving song

Inspired by scenes and dreams unknown

I’ll pour out raptures that belong

To others, as they were my own.

IV

And some day hence, towards Paradise,

And all its blest—if such should be—

I will lift glad, afar-off eyes,

Though it contain no place for me.