boughs,

    But, in embalmed darkness, guess eac

    h endows

    t, and t-tree wild;

    e oral eglantine;

    Fast fading violets coverd up in leaves;

    And mid-Mays eldest child,

    the coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,

    t of flies on summer eves.

    Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

    I h,

    Calld  names in many a mused rhyme,

    to take into t breath;

    No rico die,

    to cease upon t h no pain,

    pouring forthy soul abroad

    In sucasy!

    Still  thou sing, and I have ears in vain--

    to thy high requiem become a sod.

    t not born for deatal Bird!

    No ions tread thee down;

    t was heard

    In ancient days by emperor and clown:

    Per found a path

    t of Ruth, when, sick for home,

    Sood in tears amid the alien corn;

    t oft-times h

    Cs, opening on the foam

    Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

    Forlorn! the very word is like a bell

    to toll me back from to my sole self!

    Adieu! t c so well

    As so do, deceiving elf.

    Adieu! adieu! tive anthem fades

    Past till stream,

    Up tis buried deep

    In t valley-glades:

    as it a vision, or a waking dream?

    Fled is t music:--Do I wake or sleep?