I only saw her as she pass'd A great, sad beauty, in whose eyes Lay all the loves of Paradise. . . . You shall not know her she who sat Unconscious in my heart all time I dream'd and wove this wayward rhyme, And loved and did not blush thereat.
What we chang'd Was innocence for innocence; we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd That any did.
Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams , Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.