Daughter Of Jove, Relentless Power, Thou Tamer

Where'er The Oak's Thick Branches Stretch A Broader Browner Shade; Where'er The Rude And Moss-grown Beech O'er-canopies The Glade, Beside Some Water's Rushy Brink With Me The Muse Shall Sit, And Think.

Dear As The Light That Visits These Sad Eyes, Dear As The Ruddy Drops That Warm My Heart.

Along The Cool Sequestered Vale Of Life, They Kept The Noiseless Tenour Of Their Way.

Implores The Passing Tribute Of A Sigh.

And Truth Severe, By Fairy Fiction Drest.