Oh! come to me now, for my sorrows are past,
And the cloud on my heart is dissolv'd at last;
Spirit of Poesy, come from above,
Come, on the wings of nature and love!
Come, while the yellow light streams thro' the pane,
And the air is fresh with the morning rain,
And the wind is up with its sweet wild voice,
Like a song of sorrow that bids us rejoice.
Come, mid fancies gathering fast,
'Mid thoughts of the present, and thoughts of the past,
Oh! come to me now! 't is thy chosen hour,
And the spirits of evil no longer have power!