To rove and dream for aye;
And leave the vain low strife 45
That makes men mad—the tug for wealth and power,
The passions and the cares that wither life,
And waste its little hour.
William Cullen Bryant.
CCLXI
LAPSE.
A heavenly Night!—methinks to me
The soul of other times returns;
Sweet as the scents the orange-tree