<h2><i><SPAN name="ROMANCE"></SPAN>ROMANCE</i></h2>
<p class="poem">
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,<br/>
With drowsy head and folded wing,<br/>
Among the green leaves as they shake<br/>
Far down within some shadowy lake,<br/>
To me a painted paroquet<br/>
Hath been—a most familiar bird—<br/>
Taught me my alphabet to say—<br/>
To lisp my very earliest word<br/>
While in the wild wood I did lie,<br/>
A child—with a most knowing eye.<br/>
<br/>
Of late, eternal Condor years<br/>
So shake the very Heaven on high<br/>
With tumult as they thunder by,<br/>
I have no time for idle cares<br/>
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.<br/>
And when an hour with calmer wings<br/>
Its down upon my spirit flings—<br/>
That little time with lyre and rhyme<br/>
To while away—forbidden things!<br/>
My heart would feel to be a crime<br/>
Unless it trembled with the strings.<br/></p>
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