Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy
shell By slow meander's margent
green, And in the
Sweet, Echo, sweetest, nymph, liv'st, unseen, Within, airy, shell
Across the margent of the world I fled,And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,Smiting for shelter on their clangèd bars:Fretted to dulcet jarsAnd silvern chatter the pale ports o’ the moon.
Across, world, troubled, gold, gateways, shelter, dulcet, silvern, chatter