Who makes the surgy-swelling billow

Heave with the wildly heaving breast,

And on the evening’s rosy pillow,

Invites the brooding heart to rest?

Who scatters spring’s most lovely blooms upon

The path of the belovèd one?

Who plaits the leaves that unregarded grow

Into a crown to deck the honoured brow?

Who charms the gods? who makes Olympus yield?

The power of man in poet’s art revealed.