Show thee as I thought thee When I early sought thee, Omen-scouting, All undoubting Love alone had wrought thee -Wrought thee for my pleasure, Planned thee as a measure For expounding And resounding Glad things that men treasure.
O for but a moment Of that old endowment -Light to gaily See thy daily Irised embowment!
But such re-adorning Time forbids with scorning -Makes me see things Cease to be things They were in my morning.
Fad'st thou, glow-forsaken, Darkness-overtaken!
Thy first sweetness, Radiance, meetness, None shall re-awaken.
Why not sempiternal Thou and I? Our vernal Brightness keeping, Time outleaping;Passed the hodiernal!
