Over spirits on the wing, And then, how deep!-oh, deep In the morning they arise, With the tempests as they toss Or a yellow albatross. They use that moon no more Videlicet a tent Which I think extravagant : Into a shower dissever, Of which those butterflies SONG. I. I SAW thee on thy bridal day, When a burning blush came o'er thee; The world all love before thee: II. And in thine eye a kindling light (Whatever it might be) Was all on earth my aching sight Of loveliness could see. III. That blush perhaps was maiden shame, As such it well may pass, Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame |