What lovely meadows have I seen in the Sun,
   With their large families of little flowers
Smiling beneath the quiet, peaceful skies!
   Let no man trespass on these happy hours,
And think acquaintance waits in my two eyes.

This glorious light that makes the butterfly
   Go staggering like a drunkard through the air,
Till he lies dazed and panting on a stone -
   This light I feel is both my light and fire,
And Love may bleed to death, till it has gone.