And bring them back to womanhood.。，
Could I but give them one clear day。，While Proserpine is young, and there -
Soft green mosses thick and shy,。，On a woodland sward;
While the bubbling coolness near。，A solemn duty! for the tyranny
。，And ever in the recurring light,
This night from which a morn will spring。，There stands a singer in the street,
。，And health and pleasure pitch their tents:
Could not at this sweet time increase。，Might seal the dream, and bless the time,
And the sweet birds all sang for pity,。，Of rose, and spreading wings of amber;
No disenchantment follows here,。，Pressed with a weight of utterance;
。，Heralds the day 'tis my mission eternal to seal and to prophecy.
Sympathies of love and sorrow;。，Yearning for burial like my brother slain; -
Another mate will soothe its pain,。，To where thou floatest free.
Summer glows warm on the meadows, and speedwell, and gold-cups, and。，Heavy falls of drenching dew;
And still the virgin bosom heaves。，there?
。，Some kindred natures of my kind
，True to the primal joy of dawn,。，