Some fadeless summer-land, I’d dwell alone,
Far from the little world, luxurious, free,
And woo the dainty damsel Poesy!
I’d loll on downy couches all the day,
And dream the heavy-wingéd hours away:
Reading my antique books, or framing songs,
Whose choiceness to an earlier age belongs,
Or else a loving maid, in gentle fear,
Would steal to me, from her pavilion near,
And kneel before me with a cup of wine,