Canto CXX

Oh, wast thou with me, dearest, then,

      While I rose up against my doom,

      And strove to burst the folded gloom,

To bare the eternal Heavens again,

To feel once more, in placid awe,

      The strong imagination roll

      A sphere of stars about my soul,

In all her motion one with law;

If thou wert with me, and the grave

      Divide us not, he with me now,

      And enter in at breast and brow,

Till all my blood, a fuller wave.

Be quicken'd with a livelier breath,

      And like an inconsiderate boy,

      As in the former fash of joy,

I slip the thoughts of life and death;

And all the breeze of Fancy blows,

      And every dew-drop paints a bow;

      The wizard lightnings deeply glow,

And every thought breaks out a rose.