I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair:-
Truth,with awed lips;and Hope,with eyes upcast;
And Fame,whose loud wings fan the ashen Past
To signal-fires,Oblivion's flight to scare;
And Youth,with still some single golden hair
Unto his shoulder clinging,since the last
Embrace wherein two sweet arms held him fast;
And Life,still wreathing flowers for Death to wear.
Love's throne was not with these[35];but far above
All passionate wind of welcome and farewell
He sat in breathless[36] bowers they dream not of;
Though Truth foreknow Love's heart,and Hope foretell,
And Fame be for Love's sake desirable,
And Youth be dear,and Life be sweet to Love.