when ev’ning drapes all earth in purpled gown tarry i awhile upon green knolls longing for strength to fling my body down and drown the wakeful anguish of my soul for love and beauty all pervert and sour and scarce-remembered pleasures all disgust wilst hedonia lay benighted in her bow’r all ever i have loved dissolved to dust rebuked be talk of venerated sage for in the very temple of delight they say soft sadness pays rev’rent homage wilst my mind’s halls remain devoid of light though melancholy tendeth joy in rhyme yet i have ne’r gained entrance to her shrine