Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child!

Beyond Is All Abyss, Eternity, Whose End No Eye Can Reach.

The Gay Motes That People The Sunbeams.

Who, As They Sung, Would Take The Prison'd Soul And Lap It In Elysium.

Mutual Love, The Crown Of All Our Bliss.

The Stars, That Nature Hung In Heaven, And Filled Their Lamps With Everlasting Oil, Give Due Light To The Misled And Lonely Traveller.