I Die But First I Have Possessed,

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.

I Depart, Whither I Know Not; But The Hour's Gone By When Albion's Lessening Shores Could Grieve Or Glad Mine Eye.

Ah, Happy Years! Once More Who Would Not Be A Boy?

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!

Do Proper Homage To Thine Idol's Eyes; But No Too Humbly, Or She Will Despise Thee And Thy Suit, Though Told In Moving Tropes: Disguise Even Tenderness If Thou Art Wise.