To thoughts, all purified
From earth, ye seem allied,
O dedicated flowers!
Ye, from the gaze of crowds your beauty veiling,
Keep in dim vestal urns the sweetness shrined;
Till the mild moon, on high serenely sailing,
Looks on you tenderly and sadly kind.
So doth love’s dreaming heart
Dwell from the throng apart,
And but to shades disclose