Again ye come, ye hovering Forms
I find ye, As early to my clouded sight ye shone
Shall I attempt, this once, to seize and bind ye?
Still o'er my heart is that illusion thrown?
Ye crowd more near! Then, be the reign assigned ye,
And sway me from your misty, shadowy zone
My bosom thrills, with youthful passion shaken,
From magic airs that round your march awaken