Forever times to be,
No heart divide,
A grazing strength and feel
Of stars' grown mind

Will hale, lisp, - and you
May enter steams
And gaze upon blown fumes
And brilliant limbs.

Forgot the changes' clock
And strings' old schemes,
A tale of ancient birth
Will rights redeem,

But never can repeat
The way it lasts,
As nothing for the treat
Accepts the past.

Thus melts, by Ocean's wink,
Each day's excuse, -
Foreseeing, someone seems
To walk with Muse.