Fix on a lovely object, nor my mind
Take pleasure in the midst of happy thoughts,
But either She whom now I have, who now
Divides with me this loved abode, was there,
Or not far off. Where’er my footsteps turned, 90
Her Voice was like a hidden Bird that sang,
The thought of her was like a flash of light,
Or an unseen companionship, a breath,
Or fragrance independent of the wind.
In all my goings, in the new and old 95