Be fraught with bright romance, like that which flings
Enchantment o’er the Rhine, whose feudal towers
Look down disdainful on the winged hours?
The legionary forces of old Time,
Battling with man e’en from his youthful prime,
And the sublimest efforts of his hand,
Shall genius give thee immortality?
Her radiance flung o’er earth and sky,
By magic touch of her unearthly wand;
Far richer crowning of thy sunny tide,