Romantic+poem+3-+Romance


 * Romance **

Romance, who loves to nod and sing

 With drowsy head and folded wing

 Among the green leaves as they shake

 Far down within some shadowy lake,

 To me a painted paroquet

 Hath been—most familiar bird—

 Taught me my alphabet to say,

 To lisp my very earliest word

 While in the wild wood I did lie,

 A child—with a most knowing eye.

 Of late, eternal condor years

 So shake the very Heaven on high

 With tumult as they thunder by,

 I have no time for idle cares

 Through gazing on the unquiet sky;

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"> And when an hour with calmer wings

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"> Its down upon my spirit flings,

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"> That little time with lyre and rhyme

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"> To while away—forbidden things—

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"> My heart would feel to be a crime

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"> Unless it trembled with the strings.