...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy wavs. / cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft...endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; While hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine , Fast-fading violets, cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's...

...mind dreamy visions of natural beauty, vague, sad, unutterable yearnings for rest and peace : — " I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket and the fruit tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast fading violets covered up in leaves...

...retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...

...them beyond to-morrow. Away! awayl for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pnrds, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull...embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the sensonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral...

...retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast fading violets cover' d up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full...

...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft...fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full...

...despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. IT. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. v. But, in enbulmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the...

...forgets the Greek myths and turns to pastoral memories, how true and fresh and fine his note ; — " I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, the fruit-tree wild." But we poor clay mortals, who have never been able to get within the charmed...

...tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry F.ys; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at ray feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...

...(characteristically imaged through images of touch, taste, and smell) which surpasses the 'dull brain' I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...fruit-tree wild White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine (lines 41-6) Erufymion's luxuriant bowers of interwreathed senses and total satisfaction are metamorphosed...