#glabra

Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds

While the poet is not required For holy sacrifice unto Apollo, Within the bustling worldly cares He is faint-heartedly immersed; Silent is his sacred lyre; His soul lies deep in wintry sleep, And of the