The wants of Beauty other wants create,

Which overflow on others soon or late;

For all that worship thee must ease the heart,

By Love, or Song, or Art:

Divinest Melancholy walks with thee,

Her thin white cheek forever leaned on thine;

And Music leads her sister Poesy,

In exultation shouting songs divine!

But on thy breast Love lies,—immortal child!—

Begot of thine own longings, deep and wild: