Midnight Shout And Revelry, Tipsy Dance And

The Olive Grove Of Academe, Plato's Retirement, Where The Attic Bird Trills Her Thick-warbled Notes The Summer Long.

The Bird Of Jove, Stoop'd From His Aery Tour, Two Birds Of Gayest Plume Before Him Drove.

That Space The Evil One Abstracted Stood From His Own Evil, And For The Time Remained Stupidly Good, Of Enmity Disarmed, Of Guile, Of Hate, Of Envy, Of Revenge .

Accuse Not Nature: She Hath Done Her Part; Do Thou But Thine.

Abash'd The Devil Stood, And Felt How Awful Goodness Is.