There Swift Return Diurnal, Merely

The Rising World Of Waters Dark And Deep.

Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.

How Gladly Would I Meet Mortality, My Sentence, And Be Earth In Sensible! How Glad Would Lay Me Down, As In My Mother's Lap! There I Should Rest, And Sleep Secure.

Implied Subjection, But Requir'd With Gentle Sway, And By Her Yielded, By Him Best Receiv'd,- Yielded With Coy Submission, Modest Pride, And Sweet, Reluctant, Amorous Delay.

A Boundless Continent, Dark, Waste, And Wild, Under The Frown Of Night Starless Expos'd.