...Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply, the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster' d around by all her starry Fays; But here is no light. Save what from heaven is with the breezes...

...retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. V I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...