O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!

Tell me thy company, and I'll tell thee what thou art.

Thou art not for the earth, nor for the Heaven the world is for thee, thou art not for the world.

When thou art above measure angry, bethink thee how momentary is man's life.

There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.

Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me?