Thou canst [dismiss the world], and soar;
Or, at a [half-felt wish for rest],
Canst smooth the feathers on thy breast,
And drop, forgetful, to thy nest.
I would that, on such wings of gold,
I could my [weary heart upfold];
I would I could look down unmoved
(Unloving as I am unloved),
And while the [world throngs on beneath],
Smooth down my cares and calmly breathe;