When ore my temples balmy vapours rise <br />Whose soft suffusion dims the sinking eyes <br />Gay dreams in troops fantastically light <br />On silent plumes wave down through sable night <br />Nights sable curtains draw before my eye <br />gently clears a visionary Sky <br />the running darkness draws its dusky shade <br />from off the beautys of a flowry mead <br />More still more forsakes the lengthening plain <br />Mounts gray ends it in a sylvan scene. <br /> <br />Poizd & aloft I sail in glittring air <br />Joy to view my newborn earth so fair<br /><br />Thomas Parnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-ore-my-temples-balmy-vapours-rise/
