Look Homeward, Angel, Now, And Melt With

Fairy Elves, Whose Midnight Revels By A Forest Side Or Fountain Some Belated Peasant Sees, Or Dreams He Sees, While Overhead The Moon Sits Arbitress.

Fairy Damsels Met In Forest Wide / By Knights Of Logres, Or Of Lyones, / Lancelot Or Pelleas, Or Pellenore.

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?

And Now The Herald Lark Left His Ground-nest, High Tow'ring To Descry The Morn's Approach, And Greet Her With His Song.

Thus I Set My Printless Feet O'er The Cowslip's Velvet Head, That Bends Not As I Tread.