I drank delicious vintage from their pages,
Flasks of Parnassian nectar, stored for ages;
My soul was flushed within me, maddened, fired,
I leaped impassioned, like a seer inspired;
I lived, and would have died for Poesy,
In youth’s divine emotion—
A stream that sought its ocean;
A Time that longed to be
Engulfed, and swallowed in a calm Eternity!
Had I a realm in some enchanted zone,