Where the mingled sweets of flowers
Threw a breathing perfume round,
There a lovely dream stole o’er me,
’Twas life’s sweetest, last, and best;
Bright Egeria, lost Egeria,
Thou hast left my lonely breast.
I have sought the spot full often
In the morning, in the noon,
In the chill and bleak December,
In the rosy light of June;