More perfect both in shape and hue Than any spreading there. There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn, And through the dark green wood The white sun twinkling like the dawn Out of a speckled cloud. Sweet views which in our world above Can never well be seen, Were imaged by the water's love Of that fair forest green. And all was interfused beneath With an elysian glow, 65 70 This slave of Music, for the sake In which thou canst, and only thou, And, too intense, is turned to pain; Can Ariel ever find his own. When you die, the silent Moon, Is not sadder in her cell When you live again on earth, Many changes have been run, Since Ferdinand and you begun Your course of love, and Ariel still Has tracked your steps, and served your will; Now, in humbler, happier lot, This is all remembered not ; And now, alas! the poor sprite is Imprisoned, for some fault of his, From you he only dares to crave, The artist who this idol wrought, 20 25 30 35 40 45 THE keen stars were twinkling, And the fair moon was rising among them, Dear Jane! The guitar was tinkling, But the notes were not sweet till you sung them 5 Again. II. As the moon's soft splendour O'er the faint cold starlight of heaven Is thrown, So your voice most tender To the strings without soul had then given Its own. III. The stars will awaken, Though the moon sleep a full hour later, To-night; No leaf will be shaken Whilst the dews of your melody scatter Delight. 10 15 |