“If idly thus amid the land of dreams
Thou roam’st,” the God returned, “upbraid not me!
Where wert thou when yon world, too small, it seems,
Was portioned out?” Replied the bard,—“With thee!
“Mine eyes entranced hung on thy visage bright,
My ears drank harmonies of heavenly birth;
And oh forgive! if, drunken with thy light,
My soul forgot she e’er belonged to earth!”
The Thunderer smiled: “Earth is no longer mine,—
To others given her fruits, her woods, her sea;