Song.

1.     Rarely, rarely, comest thou,     Spirit of Delight!     Wherefore hast thou left me now     Many a day and night?     Many a weary night and day     'Tis since thou art fled away.     2.     How shall ever one like me     Win thee back again?     With the joyous and the free     Thou wilt scoff at pain.     Spirit false! thou hast forgot     All but those who need thee not.     3.     As a lizard with the shade     Of a trembling leaf,     Thou with sorrow art dismayed;     Even the sighs of grief     Reproach thee, that thou art not near,     And reproach thou wilt not hear.     4.     Let me set my mournful ditty     To a merry measure;     Thou wilt never come for pity,     Thou wilt come for pleasure;     Pity then will cut away     Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay.     5.     I love all that thou lovest,     Spirit of Delight!     The fresh Earth in new leaves dressed,     And the starry night;     Autumn evening, and the morn     When the golden mists are born.     6.     I love snow, and all the forms     Of the radiant frost;     I love waves, and winds, and storms,     Everything almost     Which is Nature's, and may be     Untainted by man's misery.     7.     I love tranquil solitude,     And such society     As is quiet, wise, and good     Between thee and me     What difference? but thou dost possess     The things I seek, not love them less.     8.     I love Love - though he has wings,     And like light can flee,     But above all other things,     Spirit, I love thee -     Thou art love and life! Oh, come,     Make once more my heart thy home.