All Nature seems at work.
Slugs leave their lair--The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--And
ER, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom,
O ye Amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not !
Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow,
I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
RK
UT
PE draws nectar in a sieve,
And
PE without an object cannot live.
Lines Composed 21st February, 1827
