28.10.2007, 08:27
OH it is pleasant, with a heart at ease.
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please.
Or let the easily-persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould
Of a friend's fancy ; or, with head bent low
And cheek aslant, see rivers flow of gold
'Twixt crimson banks ; and then, a traveller, go
From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land!
Or listening to the tide, with closed sight,
Be that blind bard who, on the Chian strand
By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee
Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please.
Or let the easily-persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould
Of a friend's fancy ; or, with head bent low
And cheek aslant, see rivers flow of gold
'Twixt crimson banks ; and then, a traveller, go
From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land!
Or listening to the tide, with closed sight,
Be that blind bard who, on the Chian strand
By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee
Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.