document.write("Who gave thee, O Beauty!<br />The keys of this breast,<br />Too credulous lover<br />Of blest and unblest?<br />Say when in lapsed ages<br />Thee knew I of old;<br />Or what was the service<br />For which I was sold?<br />When first my eyes saw thee,<br />I found me thy thrall,<br />By magical drawings,<br />Sweet tyrant of all!<br />I drank at thy fountain<br />False waters of thirst;<br />Thou intimate stranger,<br />Thou latest and first!<br />Thy dangerous glances<br />Make women of men;<br />New-born we are melting<br />Into nature again.<br />Lavish, lavish promiser,<br />Nigh persuading gods to err,<br />Guest of million painted forms<br />Which in turn thy glory warms,<br />The frailest leaf, the mossy bark,<br />The acorn\\\'s cup, the raindrop\\\'s arc,<br />The swinging spider\\\'s silver line,<br />The ruby of the drop of wine,<br />The shining pebble of the pond,<br />Thou inscribest with a bond<br />In thy momentary play<br />Would bankrupt Nature to repay.<br /><br />Ah! what avails it<br />To hide or to shun<br />Whom the Infinite One<br />Hath granted his throne?<br />The heaven high over<br />Is the deep\\\'s lover,<br />The sun and sea<br />Informed by thee,<br />Before me run,<br />And draw me on,<br />Yet fly me still,<br />As Fate refuses<br />To me the heart Fate for me chooses,<br />Is it that my opulent soul<br />Was mingled from the generous whole,<br />Sea valleys and the deep of skies<br />Furnished several supplies,<br />And the sands whereof I\\\'m made<br />Draw me to them self-betrayed?<br />I turn the proud portfolios<br />Which hold the grand designs<br />Of Salvator, of Guercino,<br />And Piranesi\\\'s lines.<br />I hear the lofty Pæans<br />Of the masters of the shell,<br />Who heard the starry music,<br />And recount the numbers well:<br />Olympian bards who sung<br />Divine Ideas below,<br />Which always find us young,<br />And always keep us so.<br />Oft in streets or humblest places<br />I detect far wandered graces,<br />Which from Eden wide astray<br />In lowly homes have lost their way.<br /><br />Thee gliding through the sea of form,<br />Like the lightning through the storm,<br />Somewhat not to be possessed,<br />Somewhat not to be caressed,<br />No feet so fleet could ever find,<br />No perfect form could ever bind.<br />Thou eternal fugitive<br />Hovering over all that live,<br />Quick and skilful to inspire<br />Sweet extravagant desire,<br />Starry space and lily bell<br />Filling with thy roseate smell,<br />Wilt not give the lips to taste<br />Of the nectar which thou hast.<br /><br />All that\\\'s good and great with thee<br />Stands in deep conspiracy.<br />Thou hast bribed the dark and lonely<br />To report thy features only,<br />And the cold and purple morning<br />Itself with thoughts of thee adorning,<br />The leafy dell, the city mart,<br />Equal trophies of thine art,<br />E\\\'en the flowing azure air<br />Thou hast touched for my despair,<br />And if I languish into dreams,<br />Again I meet the ardent beams.<br />Queen of things! I dare not die<br />In Being\\\'s deeps past ear and eye,<br />Lest there I find the same deceiver,<br />And be the sport of Fate forever.<br />Dread power, but dear! if God thou be,<br />Unmake me quite, or give thyself to me.");