But where began the change; and what's my crime?
The wretch condemned, who has not been arraigned,
Chafes at his sentence.
Shall I, unsustained,
Drag on Love's nerveless body thro' all time?
I must have slept, since now I wake.
You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods:
Not like hard life, of laws.
In Love's deep woods,
I dreamt of loyal Life:--the offence is there!
Love's jealous woods about the sun are curled;
At least, the sun far brighter there did beam.
My crime is, that the puppet of a dream,
I plotted to be worthy of the world.
Oh, had I with my darling helped to mince
The facts of life, you still had seen me go
With hindward feather and with forward toe,
Her much-adored delightful Fairy Prince!
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