Diffuse delicious languor through my veins:
Adieu, ye flow’ry vales, and fragrant scenes,
Delightful bowers, and ever vernal greens!
Adieu, ye streams! that o’er enchanted ground
In lucid maze th’ Aonian hill surround;
Ye fairy scenes! where fancy loves to dwell,
And young delight, for ever, oh! farewell!
The soul with tender luxury you fill,
And o’er the sense Lethean dews distil—
Awake, O Memory! from th’ inglorious dream,