。， From disgrace his memory's saved by thee;Lo, his spirit signs from out its cell:
Leave me here now, my life's companions true!。，
That which I crave may everywhere be had,。， The fruits are they of holy Christmas tide,But baked indeed, for children's use design'd.
Eternal beauty has its fruit to bear;The eye grows moist, in yearnings blest reveresThe godlike worth of music as of tears.。，
。， And see the flipping and the flapping,
。， Sweeter than honey bees can make,
。， Its hills, streams, dwellings, mountains, as I went,
。， As if by serpent-torch of furies led
。， That my features were small--yes, very;Yet then full many a beauteous childWith true affection upon me smil'd.
Till thou dost tear me hence with envious breast.。，
， In action, and in love so radiant now;Let all things be where thou art, childlike ever,Thus thoult be all, thus, thou'lt be vanquish'd never."。， Yearning a sacrifice of love to bring.