Far in the downy cloud
Love gives it energy—love gave it birth.
Where, on thy dewy wing,
Where art thou journeying,
Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
O’er fell and fountain sheen,
O’er moor and mountain green,
O’er the red streamer that heralds the day;
O’er the cloudlet dim,
O’er the rainbow’s rim,