O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung

      By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,

    And pardon that thy secrets should be sung

      Even into thine own soft-conched ear:

    Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see

      The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes?

    I wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly,

      And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise,

    Saw two fair creatures, couched side by side

      In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof

      Of leaves and trembled blossoms, where there ran

            A brooklet, scarce espied: