Washed lucidly from cloven peaks of Mind!—
And I would bring to thee the daintiest things
That grow beneath the summer of thy wings;—
Wine from the Grecian vineyards, pressed with care,
Brimming in cups antique, and goblets rare,
And sweeter honey than the singing bees
Of Helios ever gathered on the leas
Olympian, distilled from asphodels,
Whose lucent nectar truckles from their cells!
And luscious fruitage of enchanted trees,