Ever produceth itself, fashioned in manifold ways.Longer, more indented, in points and in parts more divided,
Free from all prosody's rules, dies such a hymn on the ear.Thee, Aurora, I used to own as the friend of the Muses;
To those friends,--the two or three,--
Leave my present station.
Drove me back with warning haste;By my forty years of lowly
With his bill and long neck ladled.
Let them, if they will, despise us;
1827.*-----A PLAN THE MUSES ENTERTAINED.
That lovingly hastens to fall on my breast.Then fickleness soon bids it onwards be flowing;A second draws nigh, its caresses bestowing,--
Every day which had else coldly from memory fled.'Twas in that moment alone, the last, that upon me descended
Wreath'd round with charms unceasingly!She's perfect,--and she fails in nought
In the sinful heathen's way.Ah! upon the lofty wall
Let's confess it rightly;Left undrain'd the brimming cup,